From an old brick building with many pleasant memories, to an uncertain apartment that was entirely unknown, my mom and I moved, she forced me to attend my new school. On the very first day, some kids started to make “jokes” of my speech. I tried to ignore them, but it was difficult since they kept going; it was like an endless nightmare that was impossible to wake up from. Nevertheless, I still survived. When the year was over my mom got a promotion, so a different school again, it just happened again, but they made it all about my look, but with each insult, slowly but surely they stole something, my voice. Someone’s voice is important since it expresses one’s ideas, thoughts and emotions. It gives a person his or her own identity. But it