Today was Carol’s very first day of school, but it was not her first, in fact, it was her seventh. At her old schools, bullies l
aughed at her and called her horrible names. Hopefully, this school would be better.
Following some directions, she was able to make it to school with her worn out bike. This school was enormous! It had a grand entrance, decorated with pretty smelling flowers that lined up It was a very big school, with a grand entrance and delightful bushes, ornamented with flowers all over. Carol took a long, deep breath and began to walk towards the gleaming door.
There were to many doors to count! She had to get to the principal’s office first to get her schedule, but she had no idea where it could be! And Carol didn’t want to ask anyone, or else they would notice her unpleasant scar. So, she kept her head very low, and walked down the hallway, hoping nobody would notice.
Suddenly, she was completely lost, if only she had enough courage to ask someone for help! Carol looked around to see two girls that looked exactly alike, and thought about questioning them, but she wasn’t brave enough.
“Hey! Are you okay?” the girls asked, noticing her confusion.
Carol responded, “I- I’m fine, I just can’t find the principal’s office.”
“Oh! Here follow me I will show you! By the way, my name’s Shirley! And this is my sister Sandra!” she said as Carol began to follow them.
They made a conversation the whole way, and eventually became friends. The next day, Carol was excited to get to school and talk to her friends again!
She was much bolder as she entered the school and found her friends near the entrance talking to a girl with a notebook in her hand.
“Hey!” a boy nudged her on the shoulder.
She turned around, to find herself looking at boy with two sandwiches in his hand.
“I saw you talking to those twins over there.” He pointed with one of his sandwiches.
Carol nodded, “Yes, I was, they’re my friends!”
“Seriously? They must not be your true friends, look who they are talking to!” the boy responded.
“What’s wrong with her?” Carol questioned.
“Nancy, the school reporter, if she asks anybody about anything, she is sure to get an answer out of them. Your friends could even tell her something about you!” he exclaimed and took a bite of his sandwiches.
Carol stepped back, “I- I don’t know what you’re talking about, you must be wrong, bye.”
Were her friends talking about her scar? No, she just wouldn’t believe it.
A few hours later, she accidentally stumbled into Nancy, which caused a few papers to drop on the ground.
“Whoops! Sorry!” Carol apologized.
Nancy looked at Carol’s face with quenched eyes, “Uh, it’s okay…” she examined.
“Oooo! A scar? How interesting…” Nancy thought.
Carol picked up her papers and ran back to her friends.
“Hey Carol! What happened to all your papers?” Sandra asked, staring at the gigantic mess she was holding.
Carol giggled, “Well, I accidentally bumped into somebody and it messed up my papers.”
“Who?” Shirley wondered.
“Oh, it was that girl you were talking to earlier, the reporter. I forgot her name though. Is she your friend?”
Shirley and Sandra looked at each other. The reason they were talking to Nancy earlier, was because Nancy wanted something to write about, and began to ask everyone if they had any interesting stories. But nobody did. Since she found Carol, the twins knew that Nancy would write about her.
“Uhm guys? Why are you looking at each other like that?” Carol asked.
Sandra quickly answered. “Oh nothing, it’s a habit we do as twins.”
Meanwhile, Nancy was ready to publish her writing about what she seen earlier before, and made her scar look awful with the words she used.
That was, until Shirley and Sandra popped up out of nowhere and forced Nancy to keep that story to herself.
“What, why? You guys know I need something to write about!” Nancy cried.
Shirley frowned, “You are going to hurt her feelings! Leave her alone! Write about something not someone!”
“We’re watching Nancy.” Sandra said, staring at her with strict eyes.
Nancy immediately backed off and stomped away in a fury, knocking into the boy with sandwiches who was just standing there watching. Oh, was she mad!
She immediately turned back to the boy with sandwiches in his hand, “Hey! You heard about the girl with the scar?”
The boy turned around, “No?”
“Well-. Oh my, you haven’t seen it have you! It’s so big and ugly!” Nancy began to explain.
“Uh okay…” the boy slowly took two bites off his other sandwich.
Nancy shook her head; this wouldn’t spread the news fast enough, so she found some other people to talk to. This gossip would definitely spread now.
The next day, Carol woke up enthusiastically once again. She boldly got ready and this time decided to put her hair in a ponytail. Another great day was she approaching
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