Shortest Infinity

Sara and Emma

For homeschooled kid, I t was really awkward being around all these kids I didn't know. In the class room, theres a cacophony of voices and shrieks.

I feel a gaze boring into the back of my head I looked around and I saw Mrs. Taylor staring me from her desk with narrowed eyes. I wave at her sheepishly and then she looks back down at her work. Luckily there are assigned seats; all of the children's names are written on the desks so I nothing to worry about, I find my desk. I'm sandwiched between two girls who are currently having a seemingly hilarious conversation.

"Hey!" I said in a low quiet voice, my accent standing out like a sore thumb. He looked up at me and I realizethat they're both wearing Aeropostale sweatshirts and skinny jeans. One of the girls has long blonde hair will another has short cropped brown hair. They look up at me with discerning eyes and cock their heads at me. "Hey my name is Elena Astala. New here and you're kind of sitting in my chair." Keep giving me this weird stare and then the blonde one finally moves. "Elena Astala right that's a pretty interesting name." The blonde one says. The one with the brown hair's eyes widen. "Oh my gosh are you from Europe?" She asks. "If you are that would be tres fantastique." She flips her bob and looks at me with a fake smile. "Oh and by the way my name is Emma. Just in case you didn't now I'm like the most popular girl in the third grade." I nod, bewildered at this selfish and lengthy response. "And this is Sara. We've been BFFs since kindergarten." Sara nods. I smile. Sara moves out of my seat and I sit between the two. "So, tell us a little bit about yourself." They both gaze at me without blinking. "Well my dads from Finland." "Oh you are a euro!" "Isn't that wonderful Sara?" Sara nods. "We like you." Emma says; "But if you're gonna be friends with us we need to make some changes with your style." " No offense but this is America and we don't dress like that." my confidence just dropped five levels. But I realized that if I was actually going to have friends at the school I would have to do anything to fit in. "For starters lose the cardigan, you look like a librarian." I quickly hide my hands in my sleeves and look at my shoes. "For your shoes, are those ballerinas?" Sara asks. "Yes..." Suddenly embarrassed by my shoe choice. They giggle. "This weekend we're taking you shopping and you have to buy what we say."

The rest of the day is filled with ridicule and embarrassment of who I am. And so begins the shortest infinity.