She walks down the halls with her eyes downcast to afraid to look up. She doesn't know what to think, her mother said that going to school would be good for her but she wasn't so sure. She was always a nervous child which was not helped by the fact that she has always been homeschooled and never really had human contact except for a few friends. Today was her first day of school and she was absolutely terrified.

She was starting her first day of Sixth grade. She had been told that Sixth grade was not a desirable grade to start in but her mother insisted she go. She walked into class and immediately felt everyone looking at her. Her teacher turned to her, "Your name?" She said.

"B-B-Bella."

"Lovely name Dear." She said.

"My name is Ms. Carmac."

"Why don't you tell us a bit about yourself."

"Well, I l-l-like m-m-music and d-drawing."

The kids started to laugh. Bella's hands started to shake. "That's enough class." Ms. Carmac said.

"Take a seat." She said to Bella.

Bella took the seat all the way to the back of the class. For the rest of the class, she stayed quiet and took notes.

When lunch came she sat at a table by herself. No-one came to sit by her all of the children remembering her terrible stuttering.

The rest of the day went in similar fashion. Each teacher would ask her name and to tell them a little about herself. Each time she would stutter her way through her answers. Each time the kids would all point and laugh. Bella was tired and ready to cry. She didn't like school. No one would talk to the girl who stuttered and didn't look up. Everyone looked at her and made rude comments while the teachers weren't looking and she just stood there. She hated school but there was nothing that she could do.

When she got home she ran inside and cried. That was all she could really do, cry. And by the time she cried herself to sleep she only felt dred for the day to come.