"Cynthia! Come let's play.", Alice calls me.

"Coming!! Wait for me."

I started running towards the park and then suddenly I tripped.

"Hahaha! Get up now. We have to play.",she says.

"It hurts. Come on give me your hand."

"Okay.", She lends me a hand and I get up and dust of the grass from my clothes and we both laugh joyously.

"So cute. Isn't she?"

"She is a doll."

"I wish she was mine."
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"Wake up Cynthia! It's new term today. You don't want to be late. So just leave that blanket and come out of your room.", I hear my mom calling me.

I get up and sit on my bed looking out of the window where the Sun shines brightly and I feel that today might be different.

I think about the dream I had. My golden childhood when I had friends,all the neighborhood ladies who wanted me but now it's different. I usually have dreams as such where I always reminisce my lovely childhood. It's so nostalgic that it puts a small smile on my face everytime.

"Come on. I have to leave for office.",my mum calls me again.

"I'm coming wait!", I yell and rush through the door and go straight to my mom and smile.

"Now go get ready for school, it's new term. Don't be late. Bye.",she says.

"Bye mom. Have a good day.", I wave my hand to her.

After my mom leaves I get ready for school, lock my house and take the first bus to my school.

It's been two months since I came here. I haven't been in touch with anyone,not even my best friend Alice. I wish we both could have met during these holidays, but I was too lazy to leave my couch and my favourite novels;not to forget the numerous cups of coffee that I was drinking everyday.

I get off the bus and enter my school. I see some juniors and some seniors but luckily no one from my batch! So it's going to be a good day at last. I remember what happened last year was nasty; in terms of all that she said and also the fact that I became a mummy and didn't reply any of her filthy remarks that she made about me. I don't want her to be my classmate again.

She is a devil. A bully. Her name is Helena. Extremely pretty and the most famous girl of my school. Every boy of our school is madly in love with her. She is like a star whom everyone wants to grab. But as they say;"All that glitters is not gold.",that perfectly applies to her. She is cruel and brutal towards those whom she finds 'naive and incompetent',even if they aren't. Still there are many who think of her as an angel but her true colours are that of a evil soul.

I don't want to think about it but I can't resist.
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"Oh! You're the new girl right? From which section have you come?",she asks.

"I...uh...came from section C",I replied.

"You surely did. Only they can bear a 'bear'.",she said.

"Sorry. I didn't get you. What do you mean by that?", I ask in astonishment.

"You won't. Will you? I guess your brain unlike you is more thick than you are. You are nothing more than an itty bitty potato bag.",she commented.

"You don't have any etiquettes. You're being rude.", I say shivering.

"I know but people like you need to be put in place. So that you never mistook this class for granted. You will only belong to that section. Section B is for those who are the best not those who are buolic.", she said narrowing her eyes in pride.

"I am...not buolic. But I think this section is for those who boast about themselves and are besmirching the name of this school that has treated everyone as equal.", I said and broke down.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. My eyes became red. I have heard many people comment on me about being chubby but never till this date I had heard something so hateful, and so disrespectful. I ran through the corridor and sat down on the bench. I just kept thinking that was it my fault for being cuter than those chopsticks?.
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I am not just an ordinary girl. I wasn't born different but I've been made to feel different. I have my own world though. I have stopped talking much. It's not because I feel inferior but because I feel that they don't deserve to talk to me with a mindset like that.

Then I see Parvati, my Indian friend.She is someone whom I can confide in after Alice. She has always been supportive and is an exhibitor of serenity. We both met in grade 8 and even after 3 years we're still on good terms. She is not only a very good friend but also someone very dear. She has been one of those few people who have stood by me in my bad times and have laughed with me in my good ones. I really appreciate her with all the good will;how she has been with me even after years of threats by other fellows is a true mark of her friendship towards me.

"Hi Cynthia. You good?",she asks me.

"Yes of course. Come let's check out if our sections have been shuffled or not!", I say and we head towards the amphitheatre.

I feel that new year brings new hopes and new dreams with it. I just wish that this term brings some miracle with it that will snap all the negativity out of my life and bring all the possible positivity on this planet.