Attempt at writing.

I don't like it here. It's hot. They don't have nice winter school uniforms. I thought this place was weird but then I found out they wear skirts for PE in the paper thing mum was holding. It showed us pictures of students in Woodrose with their ugly uniforms, playing soccer with PE uniforms. Now I know this place is weird. How can they play properly in PE skirts?

I didn't do my homework 'cause I didn't understand it. I read my homework out loud for my mum and it had things like "Do the ff" and "on the H.O". I asked her what it meant and she just made a face like when we watched Bambi and we heard a bang in the beginning and we never saw Bambi's mom again.

School wasn't fun either. When I asked my classmates what script and print were, they just laughed at me. They found it weird that I sat alone to eat, too. What's wrong with eating alone? Then they kept asking me questions in Filipino or asking me to read things in Filipino, even though they know I can't. I don't even know where to write my name on the pad paper! They called me weird since I used it wrong.

I really hate Hekasi. Mrs. Modesto likes to embarrass me. She likes to show my mistakes to the class and everyone laughs at it. One time she talked about my homework and said it was really ugly then the whole class laughed and she said she wanted to see it. I got it and my classmates wanted me to show it already. Someone tried to grab it but I pulled it away and she grabbed my skirt instead and pulled it down. So everyone laughed at my underwear and my homework. I felt like crying but I didn't want to cry in front of her. I think she wanted me to cry so I didn't.

I just want to go back home, mum. Everyone keeps telling me stop talking about Hong Kong. But I'm really homesick. I lived in Hong Kong all my life and then I moved here all of a sudden. I don't like it here.