How could they be so mean to me when they saw what happened the other day? When they saw all of the blood that had left my body, and all of the pain I went through? I didn’t understand people. When I got back from school that day I dragged my mom to the couch, so that I could snuggle into her and smell her comforting mom scent while I cried. I told her that I didn’t want to go to school anymore, I wanted to go live on a beach and become a pretty mermaid instead. All my mother said to that was that I could not drop out of school at five years old, and that I could go become a mermaid over the summer, however during spring, winter, and fall I had to be the real pretty girl I was and go to