The First Bloom

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RIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG there goes the bell. Off to class so you can learn all you can, no distractions and no mishaps
"Mrs. Doile?"
"Yes Trixie?"
"Um, can I pass on the test were we measure our heights?"
"Sorry Trix, it is for maths we need to think of an equation that equals our height"
"But mine will be so easy, Mrs. Doile! After all I am short"
I whispered
"How about this, we will measure you out in the cloakroom so no one will see us. OK?"
"Yes Mrs. Doile"
I said
I am Trixibelle Peters  10 year old yet I am so short I may as well be six. I live in Alistair Plaza 5478 RD2 Sydney, Australia
The biggest girls in my class know I am short but they have no idea may ACTUAL height is. I don't want them to pick on me so I try to keep it a secret

I love beanies and hoodies and all of the boys' stuff sweaters, Shorts and all of thatAt lunchtime today Mrs

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I love beanies and hoodies and all of the boys' stuff sweaters, Shorts and all of that
At lunchtime today Mrs. Doile took me to the cloakroom and got the metre ruler while all of the girls who were much bigger than me were having lunch outside Mrs. Doile put the ruler beside me to measure me she took a while to try and tell me nicely then she said it.
" You are 4 foot 10"
"4 foot ten!"
A voice said from the other side of the cloakroom she slowly walked onto the other side
Vanessa Smith! The biggest and meanest girl of all she always picked on me
"4 foot 10 Mrs. Doile!"
"Go away Vanessa we are doing something"
"Yes you are, I know what you are doing, you are measuring TrixieBottletop!"
"But my name is Trixie"
I knew what she was doing she just made up a new nickname for me
"Oh why TrixieBottletop, that is your new nickname! That'll make some reputation, won't Mrs. Doile?"
"Vanessa! I will notify your mother!" She yelled
I was in tears now, wanting to go home to sulk in bed.
"Crybaby!" She shouted
"Come on Trixie, let's go to the office" Mrs. Doile said
She called my mum and I sat in the office chairs, red in the face mum picked me up from school and she took me out for ice cream, but I still felt sad just imagine that horrid girl gloating to her friends about the new nickname soon all of my classmates would know.
I had a wonderful half-brother in England I texted him a lot and he would always cheer me up
I texted him: Hey Ralph, I haven't had the best day, can you cheer me up?~ Trixie
He did, he sends me so many funny things like memes, pictures of dogs doing a handstand or something, videos etc he can turn a rainy day into a rainbow.
The next day was hard, all the girls were pointing and saying (more likely shouting) "TrixieBottletop!"
And worst of all it made my homework and my schoolwork even harder then it is no one is as small as me and it makes me feel even smaller, how long will this name last? Was everyone going to call me this?  Ralph isn't always going to text me and I didn't have any friends were I lived, just me and mum. What will I do?

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