The 6th Grade (In progress of being written)

In the 6th grade, my brother was obviously in the 9th grade at Roseville High School. I had only been to Cooley Middle School a few times for my brother's track meets and his graduation ceremony. For the whole year, I would have the same two teachers. I believe their names were Mrs. Peck and Mr. Baker, he taught math and science, she taught English and history. There were kid's that I had known since elementary school, and some new ones that I would know until my high school graduation date, and probably even beyond that. Little did I know that this would be the year when my life would change forever, so emotionally and thoughtfully, that it would be literal hell.