Today was my first day at the new school. I was scared. I didn’t know what to expect but I just hoped that it would be different, good different. Maybe someone would smile, or sit with me at lunch time. But no. Everyone already has their own friend groups, their own inside jokes that I don’t get. I was okay in class, but then a girl said that I “talk funny”. I wanted to say something back but I was too scared.
At lunch, I sat at the edge of someone else’s table until I started to feel out of place, so then I got up and moved. I ended up eating over near the fence by myself, where the wind pushed my hair around my face and my sandwich was crunchy from the bread. Mum asked how my day was when I got home, and I couldn’t tell her the truth so I just said “It was good, I met nice people in class” because I didn’t want her to worry.
Maybe if I acted like them they would stop staring. But I want to be myself, why would I want to pretend to be someone I’m not? The duckling tried to fit in with the chickens and geese, but no one saw him for his true self, maybe I’m like that too. Stuck being new and the old me. This is how loud it was today during our lunch break.
Teenage Relocation Tales 
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