I got to school and I still do not feel that good because of what happened to my mother; I did not expect my mother to have Leukemia. I took a deep breath to calm myself; I had to think about how I could save a lot of money for my mother's therapy. The more problems I have, the more I have to bear all the problems in this world. When God blasted the problem, it seemed like I was catching it all. I stopped walking when I saw Liza approaching me. What else does she need from me now? After all, she did to me. When she really got close to me, I held my breath.
She also stopped and stared at me as well. “Bitch.” She told me, and then she walked away from me. Is this all she wants to tell me? She just stopped to tell me the word b***h? I will no longer agree that she will oppress me. I need t
