Chapter 1

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I was a new kid to a new Country

I was a vary shy girl , I didn't speak that much because I was afraid people would make fun of me, OK but what made me actually shy was I got hit by teachers for everything I did I got hit if i made The slightest mistake I get hit because students did bad things and blamed it on me and I was just an eight year old girl  ,I would get told that I'm worthless constantly, useless, The closest person was to me was my dad he was the person I would laugh with cry with he was like me he was like my twin ,My mother never really liked me that much ,like she was ok with me she did the ordinary momthings , i think she was always jealous of the relationship I had with my dad I never knew why,but anyways no ones life is perfect

But there's one thing I knew I was always positive, hopeful, happy
it started in fourth grade
The first day of school I was happy I was excited for what's coming because I thought that living in New York was A dream come true especially since back in the middle east everyone would kill to go to America, it was time for lunch I was very confused and nervous on where to go where to sit , but I end up sitting alone I said to myself, I guess today I'll be hanging out with my imaginary friend ,"sooma" !! until the teacher called me. she asked me a couple of questions, and then let me go , a week went by and everything was alright until, i got made fun off my spalling ,now if you don't know as u know i was new to America so my spelling wasn't that great, but anyways I didn't care about what the boys thought of me until he started spreading rumors , about how horrible I am about how stupid I am he made fun of everything about me my hair my face my teeth my English my clothes my body, Play until the whole class started talking trash about me, no there was this one girl that I was friends with and I will always buy her presents so we could be close friends her name is (yusra) we were talk long I was always the one that tried to keep our friendship I mean it was all right some days we are annoyed with each other and some days we were good friends

And a couple of weeks later a new student came to the class, The second he came I caught eyes

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