From a different perspective

The introduction day(sun)

The salty taste of tears flowed into my mouth as I started to cry. I quickly wiped away the horrid drop of water from my cheek before Mum could see, as I walked past her in the kitchen on my way to my empty room. Once in my room I closed the door, dropped my bag and flopped onto my bed, finally letting myself cry, surrounded by a bunch of boxes. We just moved here you see. My mum, my dad, my brother and me, and a few items, like clothes, that we took with use. We had to leave everything else in Holland; for example the only friend I ever had. That's the most important thing but there are a lot more.

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I just had my first day at school today in the warm heart of Africa (as the people here call it) it's not what I had expected at all. My vision for this place was mud huts with hay roofs as houses, no classes but lessons outside and wild animals running around everywhere. In reality there are normal brick houses, many big classrooms, and no dangerous animals in the garden. There are lots of birds, lizards and toughs types of things though. I've always loved animals ever since I was tiny, there's not really an explanation for why, it's just one of those things that simple have always been. We've got pictures of me with dogs, cats, any type of house animal imaginable.

Thinking about my old life made me cry even more. The reason I started crying was because... let's just say I didn't make a very good first impression, or second, or third, or ... well you get the point. In my last school I ended up making a friend. Her name was Clary, but ever since I moved to Malawi, it's been almost two months now, she hasn't even tried to communicate with me. I guess she wasn't as good a friend as I thought. In that case, I've never had a proper friend.
I have to admit I was a little excited to move somewhere new. I thought maybe it could be different here but I was wrong. It's exactly like my old school. I have terrible grades, I still have to do English (which has always been my weak spot) and the students are the same rude people. Well teenagers during puberty that only think about themselves to be more exact.
I can't believe how much bad luck I have. Every single thing I do, I manage to make myself look like a dork. Class work, art, music, even sports!

A knock on the door stopped my train of thoughts. Nick, my older brother came through the door and sat on the edge of my bed.

"I'm guessing your day wasn't what you expected, huh?" He said with a tone of pity in his voice. My brother is the only thing in my life right now that I am actually lucky to have. He's the best brother you could wish for. But he's the opposite of me, he has loads of friends, he's great at sport and he gets straight A's, but best of all he's confident and stands up to bullies, and for me too. I shook my head, with my face still buried in my pillow.

"No one that even seemed interesting, as a friend?" he said hopefully. I brought my shoulders up and down in one quick movement. We sat, well Nick sat and I lay, in silence for a while, until I sat up and admitted I didn't really look. Nick just laughed at me and said "Keep your eyes open, tomorrow Miss Piggy, and I'm sure you'll find someone that might interest you." My smile turned its self-upside down. At that Nick got up, with a jump, and exclaimed "You know what!" I just stared at him with wide, surprised, eyes.

"If you get any type of 'friend' by next Friday than... than I will do whatever you want for that weekend!" Nick exclaimed with a huge hopeful smile. I just stared at him unconvinced by his idea. Nick dropped his smile and then moaned: "Fine... you can pick three things to do for as long as you want" I squinted my eyes at him, starting to be won over.

"Six" I negotiated.

"Four"

"Five"

"Done! And if you manage to do it by this Friday I will do everything I can to convince Mom and Dad to let you have a pet!"

"Done! " I exclaimed excitedly, even though I was 100% sure that it would never work... But that doesn't mean I wasn't going to try.