The Secret Monologue

Hey there! Names Hazel Ramirez, former student at Westlake high. Daughter of Cristina and Phillip Ramirez and best friend of Abigail Medina. This is the story about how my identity was no longer a secret.

“Come Hazel your going to be late on your first day of school!” mom said
“I'm coming mom!” i said.
I call my best friend ,Abigail, and tell her to meet me outside so we can walk to school together and actually get there on time. “Hey Hazel, ready for out first day of high school?” says Abigail. “A little nervous but i’ll get through it” i said to Abigail. We arrive at the school , its huge and there’s so many students here. Suddenly i feel the biggest gust of wind. *Cloe flies in out of mid air* Everyone gasps. A whole group of girls yell
Everyone in the hallway disappears except for me. All class room doors closed. Until suddenly Cloe walks by me, she bumps into me acting like she cannot see me, her books fall to the floor and she pushes me to the ground, I get back up and push her back. Out of nowhere everyone comes running out of their classrooms yelling “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT” I stop to think, “Is this really the right thing for me to be doing? No it is not, Im just going to pick up my books and go on to
Abigail runs up to me asking what happened along with a big group of students. I felt overwhelmed and dizzy, out of nowhere i fainted and fell to the ground. About an hour later I woke up in the nurse’s office. “You had a panic attack and passed out, you are stable now” said the nurse. Whoof I feel good now, now i have to get to geometry and keep myself out of trouble. A few minutes later I walk into class and every single head turned and looked at me. All seats were taken except one. And the one that was empty was beside Cloe Jackson’s seat. She gives me a evil death stare as if she’s trying to frighten me. I walk to my seat and suddenly someone put their leg out, tripped me, and all of my books fell. I put my phone on the desk beside Cloe, I bend down to pick up my books and papers then i notice that my phone is no longer on the desk. “Where is my phone Cloe?” i said. “Now why are you asking me, you probably dropped it along with your book, you cluts.” she responded. I give her hard stare and read her mind, she took my phone and has it in her pocket, she's thinking in her mind that she is going to send out the singing video I have in my phone. She must have looked through it. *bell rings* I still do not have my