First day of eighth grade at a new school. A day of name callings and loneliness... or so I thought. I was so afraid I was going to be rejected by everyone. Even the teachers. I was an almost straight A student... but with horrible teeth. Everyone saw that. I walked in the front doors, almost shaking. I started talking to my History teacher when I noticed a group of boys snickering at me out of the corner of my eye. When I was done, I went to my locker. The group of boys approached me. The leader of the group said "Hey, what's your name? Beaver girl?" They all started cracking up. I looked down at my feet in embarrassment, wanting to cry.
Another boy said "Why don't you waddle back to your dam little beaver girl!"
"Hey! That's enough! Don't torture people unless you want some back!" A mysterious voice said. I looked up and saw a boy with deep brown, short, yet, curly hair. He had the biggest brown eyes the color milk chocolate and had more than 5,000 freckles on his face and arms. He was muscular, especially in his arms. You could tell through is shirt. He was wearing a light blue jean button up shirt, that was unbuttoned, with a white shirt underneath. His jeans were the color of the sky. He was also wearing a black and white Dodgers snapback hat. It was as if an angel had come to protect me and save me. I could almost see his angelic wings. (Of course he didn't actually have any, it just seemed perfect if he did).
"What do you want Beyoncé boy?" The leader said.
"I want you to stop picking on a new girl just because she has a natural flaw, even though it's not even a flaw!" He said, smiling at me. I think I have a crush on him... and I didn't even know his name.
The leader said "So what are ya gonna do to me? Huh?"
"I'm gonna teach you a lesson." He said. He rolled up his sleeves and punched the guy square in the nose. The jerk screamed in pain and ran away, crying and bloody. I started to snicker on the inside, but outside, I was crying.
"Hey, are you okay?" He said.
"I... uh... yeah. I am." I said, extremely nervous.
"My name is Cameron Boyce. What's yours?"
"It's, uh, Sarah. Sarah Vasquez. Are you gonna make fun of me 'cause I'm Mexican?" I said, holding my binder close to my face like a shield.
"Of course not! Why would I do that?"
"I don't know. People have done it in the past before and I thought you might."
"Well I'm not, I promise... I have made a decision." He said.
"W-what?" I said softly.
"I'm gonna be your friend. Your first friend on your first day in a new school." He said, holding out his hand as if he wanted me to shake it.
"Uh... I... ummm...." I couldn't find the right words. Should I accept? Decline? I have always wanted a friend that could stand up for me when I needed help. "Okay. Thanks. I could use a friend right now." I said, wiping away a stray tear. I shook his hand. He has a firm grip!
"Good. I can tell we are going to be close friends." He said, walking with me to first period. It turns out I have six classes with him. SIX!!! The three classes I didn't have with him were a nightmare. I had to sit next to the jerk that was calling me "beaver" in one hour. Another hour I sat in the back corner of the room and I couldn't hear or see anything! And the other one I was sent to the principal's office for annoying the whole class because I was tapping my pencil the entire hour. I was so happy to see him in ninth hour studyhall. And I sit right next to him! We were passing notes all hour, learning more and more about each other. The last note he sent me was his phone number.
