It was bad enough to move to a completely new town I heard about only a week before we moved, but to go to a new school that had started a month ago was worse. Even the new students adjusted and made new friends. During lunch time, I felt the stares that everyone was giving me. I could already read their minds, "Why is she dressed like that?" "Why she alone?" the stares itself was a total torture. But what was really worse was the clothes I had on. The clothes inside my drawer were burnt to ashes so I had no choice but to wear the ones that was in the attic since they were either too small or big on me. Really, I was a leading faashion star in my old school, but here I was wearing a purple bunny shirt that was so tight I couldn't tell whether it was a short sleeve or a tank top. And I really wished that I wouldn't have to go back, but reality was reality.