Time passed, but insults grew louder in the narrow hallway of this vile infected school. Though Juanita had developed confidence to block out all the rude and unnecessary things said about her, she felt a grain of defeat within herself. “Look at that illegal alien!”, said an immature fourteen year old boy. Juanita quickly responded, “I am not alien nor am I illegal.” “She should not be allowed here!”, shouted a young, preppy, blonde girl. …show more content…
Juanita thought, What if I am not allowed here? They would not just make up all these stories to scare me. Fear fed on Juanita’s mind, she told herself that everything was okay, when things actually were not okay. Juanita heard the front door unlock and she sprung like a cheetah. Her mother had just came home and Juanita was on her knees, begging to her tired mother. “Please do not let me go to school! They hate me!”, Juanita said with all the anxiety in her mind. Juanita’s mother, Maria, gave her a disappointed look. “I did not raise you to act this way! I wanted you to be more than this.”, Juanita’s mother said. Juanita engraved these words into her head that night while she laid in the soft, safe place she adored. The moonlight was sneaking through Juanita’s blinds while she thought of a