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    My name is Hanna. Hanna Dunn. I am 16 years old. I guess you could say that I am a social misfit, like Bernard Marx from Brave New World. People don’t like me. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I don’t look like everyone else. I don’t have the luscious, luxurious salon-hair. I don’t wear anything that shows my midriff. I am plain and simple. I wouldn’t say that I’m ugly. My mom told me i was pretty all the time. Sure, I do wear glasses and I don’t have the most perfect teeth. That’s me Hanna Dunn. My life is the definition of hell. It feels like fate is not my side. When I was 10, my mom filed for divorce and remarried a young college graduate, named Dale, who has a thing for cougars. After 2 years of marriage, my mom and Dale had a pair of beautiful twins named Lori and Megan. It seemed like my father and I didn’t matter anymore. She never called me on my birthday and on holidays.She never sent me cards or never showed up to my 8th grade graduation. She never did anything that a parent is supposed to do. I was never invited to her home on weekends. I feel like she has disowned me.
    The bell rang and I sat in my English class watching all the students rush into the flooded hallways to socialize with their friends. I rolled my eyes and slowly gathered my things. My English teacher, Mr Diaz, tapped my shoulder.
    “I need to talk to you”, he told me signaling me to come to his desk.
    “Ok”, I responded quietly slowly walked over to his desk.
    Mr Diaz always smelled of coffee. He had a tiny scruffy black beard that is very appealing. He always played classical music and always hummed while grading papers. Majority of the girls find him attractive, but I find him annoying. He has that Im-so-cool-attitude. A more socially acceptable term is: Hipster.
    I finally reached his desk. “Yes”, I responded in a very annoyed tone.
    He walked to his cluttered desk and turned the volume down on his radio. I recognized the tune. It was Planets: Mars, The Bringer Of War by Gustav Holst. “Hanna,” Mr. Diaz pointed out, “You are failing my class.” He paused.
    I looked up.
    He continued. “If you do not bring up your grade, then you would have to repeat my class in summer school.” He stopped and waited for me to fight back.
    I shrugged my shoulders. “OK”.
    “Is that what you want?”, he cited
    I shrugged my shoulders again.
    I walked out the classroom and stood in the hallway for 10 minutes as if time had stopped and i was stuck motionless forever. I had a blank expression on my face, but on the inside my mind was swarming with many emotions and thoughts. I don’t want to go summer school. School is far worse than hell for me, why would I want to put myself through more hell? I stood there confused, unaware of the people passing me by as if I was caged rabid animal. I trudged to the front of the school occasionally sighing every 30 seconds. I noticed a familiar figure sitting looking up towards the sky. I realized it was my only friend in this hellhole.Lucia .