Baby It's You • j.p.m.

Introduction

"Hi, my name's Emily." My American accent was strong and it seemed to surprise everyone in the room. The rest of the kids my age giggled and snorted.

"Now, class, please listen to Emily." My teacher, Ms. Goodwell, said sternly. She was young, but it worked well for a class of 8 year olds and 9 year olds. "Go on, Emily, tell us about yourself." She said once the class settled down. I knew everything would turn out like this. My mom had said that first impressions were super important; therefore, she bought be a new blue dress, she curled my long, brown hair and she even put some mascara on my eye lashes.

"Well, I come from America." I started, again. "I moved here just a week ago. We moved because my grandma's sick and she needs help. Grandpa went to heaven last year." I started to cry but I decided to hold it back. "I like to write and read. I love music. Daddy said he'd teach me the piano someday. My mom teaches me how to sew. I can make scarfs. I have a dog, Filly, she's a sheep dog."

"Is that it, dear?" Ms. Goodwell asked. I starred at the children in front me. Each and everyone were doing other things like drawing, talking or even picking their nose. But, there was one boy that was leaning forward in his seat and listening. We swung his feet because they couldn't hit the ground and he was waving his pencil back and forth. He was chubby, that's for sure. He had his hair just hang free. It was parted in the middle. "Well, you can go sit down in any open seat and we will start my lesson."

I looked all around the class. The first table I looked at had these four, angry looking girls. They were all super pretty and had expensive bracelets around their wrists. Then, the next table had mean looking boys. Their hair was either greased back or holes in their clothes. Each table didn't look at all nice to me, so, I picked the one with the nice looking boy. I held onto my pink backpack straps as I started to walk towards him. I took the seat directly in front of him. There was just one other girl at the table and that was it. I put my backpack beside me and pulled out a pencil fro my backpack.

"Hi, my name's Paul," the boy in front of me said. I turned red. No one seemed to want to talk to me, but he did.

"I'm Emily," I hid my face.

"I know, ya told the whole class!" He giggled. I let out a small chuckle. "You seem shy. Show your face. There's nothing to be scared of."

I looked back at him and let my hair fall in front of your face. Paul leaned forward and moved the hair from my face to behind my ears.

"See, look at that." He just starred at me. I forced a smile and looked at the other girl next to me. She had short, blonde hair and light, blue eyes.

"I'm Marie," she bounced. "M-A-R-I-E, so, it's Mar-ee and not Mary." I giggled a bit. She seemed really cheery. I started to feel more comfortable around them.

We were interrupted by Ms. Goodwell's wonderful lesson.