On November 1st, 2015, everything changed for me and my family. That was the day that my great grandmother (my best friend) passed away. Five days before Halloween, she suddenly couldn’t walk, so we took her to Memorial Hospital, but they sent her home because they said that it was just a cramp. When things didn’t improve the next day, we brought her back to the hospital and this time they did an ultrasound and discovered a blood clot in her leg. They rushed her to Maine Medical and did surgery, and though she survived the operation, she was getting worse and worse and finally the doctors told us she wouldn’t make it through the night. But she did. It was the next day that she passed away. I hadn’t been home when the call came in, so I was the last one to find out. She was my best friend and I cried for so long. The next few months were so hard. Then we moved up here on November 11th, 2016, and that was a hard day because I’d lived in the same area for my whole life and never had to go to a new school before. I was so scared because I didn’t know anyone, but everyone was so nice on my first day. I hadn’t expected it at all. I’d been bullied at my old school.

In conclusion, the lesson here is don’t judge a book (or school) by its cover. Even if it is a scary cover.

—White Mountains Regional High School