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And now here I am, stuck in my new classroom. My teacher's name is Miss Hackett. She is nice, I guess. And my classmates, well we were like a crayon box. A variety of children, tall, short, blonde hair, brown hair. I don't have one single friend yet. Just the opposite. Many enemies. I am the target as everyone throws their darts.
When I got home, my mom asked me how my day went. "Great." I told her, but was it really?" I marched upstairs and lay down on my bed. I saw a red marker next to me. I had an idea. |
