mynewplace

I was a tiny girl, a week shy of seven, small for my age with dark hair, big green eyes and horn-rimmed glasses when I stepped into Mrs. Hunt’s classroom for the first day of school. I was scared. My mommy had just remarried and we had just moved to a new house a month before I started second grade. I had two new friends who were older than me, who lived on my street. They each had little brothers who were in my class, and for some strange reason, these two boys didn’t like me. Not like the boys I’d known at my old house.
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