Emma Turner, she is an imaginative sixth-grader,fun to be with but there's only one problem about her. Everyone thinks that she is a nerd, as a new student, it really sucks... New reputation, new friends, and new cliches to meet... Will she survive...
I pressed my alarm clock then stretched out my arms. I glanced over my phone as it said: 'First Day of School'; to be frank, I really hate it. I'm actually going to a new school called 'Xavier Elementary School'. It's a Private School though, yet I heard rumors about many bullies in there. Hahah, too bad; I'm too shy and can't talk back, it's like something's stopping me but I have to admit i'm a warfreak, hahaha!
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Let me introduce myself, I am Emma; a sixth-grader student. I only have a few friends and their names are Trisha and Zoey. They are my coolest best friends, I was glad that they agreed to be my bffs. They are crazy just like me, haha! We are the biggest NERDS last year, we don't socialize much with the popular kids and they are getting onto my nerves. Does that explain a lot?
I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a bath. Afterwards, I dried my hair and made it into pigtails. I felt shivers down my spine when I saw the look of myself on the mirror. Changing my hairstyle isn't my kind of thing but this will do. I wore my trusty old blue pants that my grandmother gave me and a blue shirt that I got from an online store. And lastly, my old pair of sneakers, I have to admit, me and my mom haven't bought a pair of new shoes before school arrives. With that, it seems that I'm done!
I left the room and headed to the kitchen. "Honey, how's your sleep?" Asked by my mother, who was making pancakes for breakfast.
"Psh, it's fine." In all honesty, it's not. I wasn't prepared on what's going to happen next.
My mom placed our food on the table. Hah, of course, it's almost a burnt one.
My father died because of brain tumor, it's the reason why me and my mom lived together. Yes, just the two of us alone. We have been fine about it since three years ago; and yet my mother still misses him.
"I bet you're gonna have new friends there at your new school, sweetie." A smile splattered at her face as she sliced the pancakes.
"Well, I hope so. Do you think Trisha and Zoey are still there?" I asked in curiosity.
"To be exact, I heard that the three of you are in the same class." The news made me smile, it's better than ever.
"That's great!" I finished up my breakfast and washed the dishes, just like always.
"Honey, your school bus is here." Said mom, pointing at the bus that was outside.
Oh boy, wish me luck. I picked up my bag and ran towards the bus
