Elementary school can be a very hard place for some kids. The playground is often feared more than anything else that has to do with school. I never, from my memory,took part in bullying, but I did experience discrimination on a level that seemed important to a younger version of myself. My family and I, for a small portion of my elementary school days, were experiencing poverty and had moved into a house that was quite a bit smaller than our previous one. A house that, possibly, to a small family, could seem almost normal. On the other hand, to me with my 4 brothers, and 2 sisters, for this house to be called home by 9 people was crazy and depressing. I don’t think it’s hard for anyone to understand why it isn’t exactly something I boasted about to my friends.
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“Oh, you probably need my new address” I observed “I moved across town, you’ll probably need a ride” “You moved Lane?” a voice to my right interjected. “I've never seen your new house.” he added
I looked and as I suspected from the voice, Another close friend of mine looked at me in a way that I could only perceive as expectant. By the end of a day that I expected to be like any other, I had invited 2 good friends to my new house and I needed to make sure they left happy.
The next school day ended and soon after, they both arrived at my house. “That's it?” The first friend asked Rhetorically
I tried to ignore his remark and brought them into my room where we would be sleeping and they placed their things down. “It is a lot smaller” my best friend added “I know, but my mom says we won’t be living here long” I explained
As the night progressed the friend who didn’t have a family member in his bed at home left before it was dark because as he
The …show more content…
“Oh, you probably need my new address” I observed “I moved across town, you’ll probably need a ride” “You moved Lane?” a voice to my right interjected. “I've never seen your new house.” he added
I looked and as I suspected from the voice, Another close friend of mine looked at me in a way that I could only perceive as expectant. By the end of a day that I expected to be like any other, I had invited 2 good friends to my new house and I needed to make sure they left happy.
The next school day ended and soon after, they both arrived at my house. “That's it?” The first friend asked Rhetorically
I tried to ignore his remark and brought them into my room where we would be sleeping and they placed their things down. “It is a lot smaller” my best friend added “I know, but my mom says we won’t be living here long” I explained
As the night progressed the friend who didn’t have a family member in his bed at home left before it was dark because as he