She looks down at her food as she grabs a piece of her pretzel and dips it into her cheese. She doesn't even like his way for the remainder of the lunch period. She doesn't understand why people like her who treat people with respect are ALWAYS the ones who are getting hurt. She thinks to herself<em>For once I would like to get a break. I'm tired of being picked on, teased, and completely and blantly disrespected.</em><br/><br/>She shrugs as she drinks some of her millk after she finished her pretzel. She wonders what is happening where she used to live. She hated that her dad had to get a new job. She missed home and the beach and everything about it.