New Kid

• Sarah Wellington, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2017

One scorching summers day. One new school. One new kid. That new kid was is me. I slowly shuffled towards the dusty, towering gates.“Different.” I murmured to myself. I pulled out my phone from my bag and sat on the bench while waiting for school to start.

BRING!!! The bell pounded in my ear. I quickly ran to the classroom, hoping that no one would notice me. Then I looked back at the classroom number on my phone, year 5A. 5A? Who calls their classroom 5A? Anyway, I looked at the map on my phone and quickly found my new classroom. “Different.” I said to myself again, while I entered the door.

“Class we have a new student,” said Ms Fatima (my new teacher). “Please welcome Lucy.”

Everyone’s heads turned towards me, while I sat there as still as a rock not saying a word.
Then everyone turned to the person next to them and started whispering as fast as lightning. I couldn’t wait for lunch.

After two hours of torture Ms Fatima said it was lunch. I honestly couldn’t wait to escape all the others. Since I came from the city I had no idea what to do.