First grade. The teacher thought I was too smart for my own good. She told me to stop learning cursive.
Two months into the year. Nicki and Danielle and I still got along, bonding over ponies.
Three months. Monica joined us.
Five months. We fell into our groove. The art cart, and drawing flowers. I liked school. It was fun.
The year was as typical as it could be.
Summer came. More play group. More of my mom's friend's kids.
YOU ARE READING
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Cerita PendekPeople are everywhere. They interact with you, all the time. But how many do you know? how many know you? This is my story. Autobiographical, but I changed the names. Do not fault anyone in this story for something I did.
