He walked down the halls, he could feel their disgusted stares, hear their nasty whispers about him and hear their hushed laughs as he walked passed them. But he ignored them as best as he could.
He was new, a week ago he had came to America for a...
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LEXI
The rest of the day went by with people calling him names, people whispering behind his back, people laughing at him and taking pictures.
He felt humiliated and embarrassed.
The final bell rang indicating that school was finished. Everyone packed up their books and sped out from the classroom eager to go home or go hang out with their friends.
He took his time and walked out the classroom.
"Lexi" His History teacher called and he sighed then made his way over to his table.
He opened his mouth to answer but the teacher spoke first.
"Lexi you're a good student. You're a little slow in the work so I suggest you find a tutor or something because there's a test coming up soon and it's be bad if you failed or even missed the test" The teacher watched with with a small smirk displayed on his lips knowing that he'd never be able to find such a tutor.
"Oh okay" He muttered and clenched his fist.
"You may leave now"
Lexi quickly walked out with his head held down. First it was the students and now it's the teachers, he was starting to dislike America. The people were nothing but over-judgmental sciocchi and he didn't like it. They looked cared about appearances and bullied people because of it.
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