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Once I got to school, the teasing started. The children acted as if I were a duck in the presence of them, graceful swans.
"I'm really sorry for you." A girl said to me. "I'm Stacey, Stacey Carlson." "Hey! Stop teasing her!"
Everybody was silent.
"Thank you." I said shyly.
Over time, Stacey and I became B.F.F.s. Moving wasn't so bad after all. I guess my mom was right when she said to keep trying.
The End
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