I get into the school and walk to my classroom. A girl appears next to me.

"You look new hewe. ARE YOU NEW?!" she screams at me.

I flinch a bit when she yells. "Yeah. My name is (y/n)."

"COOL! MY NAME IS GWACE! DO YOU WANNA BE FWIENDS? DO YUH DO YUH DO YUH?!?!" Grace begins to jump up and down.

I start to laugh, "Yeah, we can be friends."

"YES! If you'we down this hallway I'm assuming you'we in Mrs. Bwake's class."

"Let me check." I pull out a piece of paper with my teachers' name on it. "Yup that's my teacher."

"WE'RE IN THE SAME CLASS THAT'S SO COOL! LET'S GO!" Grace grabs my hand and starts to pull me to our class.

"But what about my locker? I need to put my stuff away." I try to struggle out of her grasp, but Grace is pretty strong.

"Mrs. Bwake will show you you'we locker." She stops in her tracks. "Just to warn you, you'we locker partner has to be a boy. It's to learn to get along with the other gember I think."

"You mean gender?" I correct her.

"Yeah whatevuh, I can't pwonounce things right so I have a speech thewapist. I've gotten a lot bettor. I just have twouble with r as you can tell."

I nod. We get into the classroom and I see my teacher, Mrs. Blake.

"MRS. BWAKE LOOK LOOK IT'S THE NEW GIRL HER NAME IS..." she pauses. "What's your name again," she whispers.

"(Y/n)," I whisper back.

"(Y/N)! SHE NEEDS A LOCKOR!"

"I know she does, but Grace..."

"Oops," Grace says to herself.

"...what did I say about shouting like that inside?"

"Use indoor voice inside, yelling outside. I know, I just get excited!"

Mrs. Blake and Grace show me where my locker is. "And you're locker partner is Mark." She points to a kid. The boy. The one who has been mean to me since I've moved. Mrs. Blake and Grace go back into the classroom. I walk over to my new locker partner.

"Your braids look stupid," he says to me.

I feel my face get hot with anger.

"How come you didn't have a locker partner before, did you eat him?" I say shoving my things into the locker.

"Yup, I did." He gets close to me. "So you better watch out, I'll eat you too." (For god sakes they're 5 and 6 don't think like that. No. Don't you dare write a comment about it. NO STAHP!) He walks into the classroom. I slam the locker shut and follow, even though a desperately don't want to. The rest of the school year is going to be hard.

I get in and I'm greeted by Grace. "(Y/N)! Oops...I mean...(y/n), this is Bob, and this guy over here is Wade. They're some of my friends. Bob and I share a locker."

"Hi Bob, hi Wade." I Wave.

"They can be your friends too!" Grace jumps up and down.

"Okay, that sounds awesome! I could use some more friends right now." I laugh.

I look over and see Mark. He looks mad. He's staring right at me. I give him a confused look and he sticks his tongue out at me. I get even madder.