Bad day in the High School life of a 15 year old

came into class kind of late, kind of scared of what you might say.  Said i was having a bad day, but you said you did'nt care anyways. Tried explaining after class, there was a harsh death in my family, and i was going through heart break. But you mocked me back and said, "heartbreak & death oh how sad, but no reasons to be late to my class". no emotion in your face, no help not even a little slack, still i had detention on my behlaf. i wish she'd listen , i wish it wasn't hard to talk or explain. She was once me, just a bad day in the high school life of a 15 year old. open ass   

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