It was my first day at the new school. My mom woke me up extra early and I yawned with joy. I was so excited to go to school that morning. I got up and brushed my teeth and ran downstairs while my mom packed my lunch. I peeked in my school lunch bag and saw what I loved most, my sandwich was cut into four squares and I had a nice big red, juicy apple.
" Your eyes look beautiful with your outfit today sweetheart. Here is your lunch. Don't be late." Said my mom as I grabbed my lunch and rushed out the door.
I walked in school and immediately I felt like I had been there my entire life. Kids stared at me and I heard some of them say I was beautiful or "look at her eyes." I didn't see the big deal in it. My mom had emerald green eyes like I did. Although, these children weren't like me. They wore clothes that were dirty and tattered and they had deep brown eyes, all of them. I loved them all already.
They treated me nicely and when I got to my first class I thought I would be alone at my table but four other kids walked up to me with smiles and bright eyes that were inviting to me. As they all sat down around me and the teacher, Mrs. Lagrange, started class, I could feel someone's eyes glaring into the back of my head. I turned around and noticed this little girl sitting with one other little girl, both of them staring at me.
"Claudia it isn't nice to stare." Said the taller of the two girls.
The smaller one, Claudia, gave me one last ugly look, almost as if she was mentally killi me with her eyes and she turned away. I turned around, concerned that I had done something wrong. So I had to fix it somehow. I decided that after school I would go and talk to this Claudia and see if I had done something to upset her. That was the last thing I wanted to do. Time past quickly and it was time for lunch. I rose from my seat and began to walk toward the door. Out of nowhere, Clauida walked up and shoved me hard against the door frame and walked out the door with the tall girl behind her.
What I had done? I thought. I dusted myself off and walked out the door and down the hall, four or five kids all talking beside me, asking where I had come from and if they could sit with me at lunch. I heard none of this because I was so deep in thought about why this little girl could be so mean to me. No one had ever been mean to me, everyone was always nice. It had been decided. As I walked into the lunch room I knew what I had to do. I had to talk to Clauida and the tall girl and see what the problem was before anything else bad happened to her. She sat down at lunch, kids sitting all around the table she had chosen, and she began eating.
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