Hannah ran upstairs. She lay on her bed with her hands behind her head. That was her thinking position. The sweat dripped onto her pillow. Or was that tears?

She did not think things were going to get better. She had given this some time, and things were getting worse. Why me? Why me?

I have to come up with a plan. I have to get away from him. In order to get away from him, I will need a new neighborhood where I will get on a new bus and go to a new school. We have to move!

What was happening to Hannah that made her want to move? And who was this person she had to get away from? ReadHannah and Her Tututo find out how she deals with the bully in her life.