Her name was Maya. She has just entered a new country called America. They almost rejected her visitation when they found a banana in one of the many bags her and her family packed. But that doesn't, because she's in America now.
The land seemed so vast in all directions, which was something she wasn't used to yet.Her home was small and always packed. Even the streets she's used to were not this clean and traffic was always a problem. Not here though.
A friend of her dad came and helped her, her brother and her mother get to an apartment complex that her dad has rented. They couldn't possibly afford a house, and there was an elementary school within walking distance. Her dad went through great lengths to get her here, but that's the last thing on her mind right now. She's in another country and yet she can't find anything that would catch her attention long enough.
Trees? Whatever.
Buildings? What. Ever.
As she walked inside the apartment complex, she explored her new home.
People? Dangerous.
"hey little one. Why aren't you at school?" - old grandma
"uhh mm aa..."
WARNING, UNEXPECTED LANGUAGE BARRIER!!
(runs home and closes the door.) This is home. Not out there with all those strangers. (rapid breathing)
If this is what it's like at home, what will school be like? (literally not looking forward to it)
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The New Comer
No FicciónA story about a girl who has traveled to America, far away from her home country.
