I have something going on that I can't tell anyone about.

I worry about my grandpa and my mom because they are sick.

I can't stop thinking about my friend who is getting bullied and is sad.  I don't see him that much, but yesterday I did seem him and he had his head down.  He would not speak.  I am concerned about him and I think the bullying is getting worse.  Before I went to bed last night I thought about the people who took their lives because they were getting bullied and were not treated right.  Our mission statement at Koontz is to make sure people are safe and comfortable and if someone is down we lift them up.  It does not look like that.

I wish my teacher would stop making me sit in the hall.

Me and my parents are always fighting.

I wish my teacher didn't hold grudges.