Chapter 6

  The first day of school is always the worst day of the year by far in my honest opinion. You never know what to expect, and as usual I have nothing to wear just like every other kid in the world. The only difference is that I could not have my one little tradition that my parents always paid for this year. This year I would not be able to walk into school with a brand new outfit. The clothing in my closet, or should I say in the small box stashed behind the couch in the living room of Aunt Barbara, would have to do this year.