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Contest - Faded Memories 

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When I was around eight I was inducted into my school's gifted program. It had all the best equipment, teachers, and funding that any kid could want. 

I loved it there. 

I made a lot of new friends in that class. Sarah and Sage and many more wonderful people that I still talk to today. But out of all of them, the person I became the most attached to was a little Indian girl named Faiyaz. 

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Third Grade -

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To say that she was a genius was an understatement. To get into the program we were required to take a modified IQ test, to make sure that we were smart enough to handle the extra work. 

I was sitting next to her during the entrance exam, watching her as she blew through the test long before I made it past the first page. As the rest of us staggered through the test, solving most of the problems through brute force, she sat there smiling as the ninety minute allotted time ticked by. 

Since the test was nearly impossible, no one was particularly shocked when less than a 1/3 of the kids that took the test didn't start the class. I was one of the lucky ones, breezing in by mere points. 

When the first day rolled around I walked into my new class, hair done, clean dress on, and a bright attitude - ready to start the day. I was greeted by my new teacher, Ms. Dewitt, a young fresh-faced woman who had only just emerged from college. 

I liked her immediately and loved the way she had decorated the room in black and red dots, like a ladybug's. Bulletin boards lined the walls, filled with the best kids' work and pictures of the class. She held my hand as she pointed out all the different students and their friends. 

Being a tiny kid, only an inch or two above four feet in 3rd grade, I had trouble looking over the mass of kids around the classroom. I could only make out the faces a few kids that were the same size as me.

"Well! I think that's everything!" Ms. Dewitt smiled, releasing my hand and nudging me towards the hordes of other children. "Go on! Make some new friends!" I stumbled forward, joining the other kids against my will. I would have fallen on my face if someone hadn't caught me.

"Are you okay?" a meek voice asked.

"Yeah, thank you." I sighed, regaining my footing so I could look at my savior. 

A wee thing of a girl, same height as me was holding onto my wrist. She had waist-length black hair that dangled behind her in a french braid. Chubby cheeks and a wide belly gave her a teddy bear look, one that made you want to hug her.

"Are you Ada?" she questioned, as she pointed to my name tag and raised one of her thick brows. It took me a moment to respond. Why on Earth was she calling me by one of my middle names?

"That's me!" I grinned, trying to play it cool.

"How ar-"

"Everyone please go to their seats! We're about to call roll!" chimed Ms. Dewitt happily. Kids groaned as they stumbled over each other back to their seats. 

I stood awkwardly as my eyes darted around the room in search of my seat. Everyone was in their seats and there I was, still standing.

"You're to sit next to Faiyaz, over there." my teacher chirped, pointing over to the Indian girl I had just fallen into.