I did not go to Florida to go to some fifth-rate school. I did not come to Florida for my house to explode. I did not come to Florida to find bugs bigger than my hand. But all those things happened. (Kind of.) I came to Florida a month ago. My school is rated 3 out of 10 in ratings. Test scores are below average, and the website I read it off of says it is “concerning”. I heard a teacher got arrested there for beating a child. Our house nearly exploded when water got into the electricity. Sparks flew out and smoke streamed out like a cup of water spilling on the floor. We left outside for a while and came back in. Then the adults did nothing about it. People say I worry to much, but some people worry to little. Your house might explode, but all you care about is gossiping. And my mom calls me stupid. The next day, my cousin found a grasshopper and put it in a jar. I swear, it’s like all the bugs survived a nuclear explosion, because the grasshoppers in Ohio were green and were as small as the tip of your finger, maybe less. But the grasshoppers were so huge and brown, I actually thought he caught one of those giant cockroaches. Well, the day after that, some IDIOT placed the jar on MY BED. THEN SOMEONE (probably the same moron) KNOCKS IT OVER! EVEN IM NOT THAT THICK IN THE SKULL. I SWEAR, MY MOM AND MY AUNTS PROBABLY GO OUT DRINKING EVERY NIGHT AND THEN ARE DRUNK IN THE MORNING! I’m triggered because the mutant grasshopper crawled all over my bed. I tried to make Bien catch it, but you can’t force a baby to do the job. One day I’ll learn who knocked the jar over. Then when they go to sleep, they’ll find a nice big cockroach on their pillow.