I looked up at the huge facade of my new school. It was beautifully imposing. The

board read: Foxtrot primary school. My new school life started now. Since my

parents got new jobs here, we shifted from Dubai. I left my old school, a charming

place, where everyone was warm and welcoming. How would life be in there? Just

then:

“Now, sweetest darling, I hope you really enjoy your first day! An do make

some new friends! It’s almost time! Get ready to learn!” cooed my mum.

“Yes, Mum!”

Suddenly the school bell rang madly and all the kids raced through the courtyard into

the main building. Something was very different compared to my old school. And I

was the only new student since at least four years. We had our first class. In this

matter I didn’t remark any difference compared to my old school. And the rules

weren’t too different, either. Afterwards we had recess. All the twenty-nine other kids

whooshed out of the classroom as if an extremely powerful current had blown them

away. I was left behind, astonished. The teacher said:

“Go out and have some fun with the others. Everyone must be interested in you;

there hasn’t a single newcomer for four years!”

This enlightened my spirit. I ran down to play with the others. I tried to look for

someone with a jolly air. I saw a group of chatty girls. I ran to them saying:

“Hey, what’s up? What are you talking about?” They ignored me. I tried to interact