Chapter 1

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"Wake up John you are going to be late for school!" Said mother.
"Okay!" I said. My mom made Breakfast and after she said "You are going to meet new friends!" Mom said with excitement. I nodded with agreement and got dressed. My mom handed my lunch and it was Pork with rice. "Mom! The kids will make fun of me if they see me eat rice!" I said. "They won't make fun of you." I took my lunch and put it in my bag. When I first went to class I saw so many people with different ethnic backgrounds. Some people were Canadian, Asian, and Egyptian. I then when the teacher Mrs. Anna patted my shoulder and said "Grade 8 settle down. We have a new student who came all the way from the Philippines. What's your name son?" She said. "My name is John Castillio. I'm 13 years old and I-i-i." I stuttered. The first day of grade 8 and I stuttered! The whole class laughed at me. I wanted to go home. Then Mrs. Anna stepped in ,"HEY! Be respectful or one of you will go at the office!" Then I continued ,"I came from Manila, Philippines." Then Mrs. Anna told me told me to sit beside this guy named Tyrese Corman and he didn't seemed to like me. I said hi and he said ," What oh sorry I don't speak Chinese! Did you say Ching Chong Ling Long?!" He mocked me. Everyone laughed. The teacher was outside of the room taking to my mother. I wanted to run out of the classroom. Then I heard one of his friends whisper into his ear ," I bet he eats noodles and rice every day." Then another one of his friends yelled out ," Lets call him Ching Chong!" Then everyone laughed and my face felt red with embarrassment. Then I knew that Grade 8 will be like hell.


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