It was the
first day of school, and the girl named Cynthia was new to the
school, and the entire area in general. Quietly, meekly, she
walked into the building with her head held down, eyes tracing
the path before her. Every-so-often she would shoot darting
ineffective glances about, perhaps to keep her from bumping
into something or someone. And God forbid that ever happening!
The lack of direction was a great indication that she was lost.
She'd scoot past people who blocked her way, with not even a
coy little ''scuse me'. Mm, best not to disrupt someone's sweet
reverie or personal space. Mama taught her manners! Or her
backbone was loosening. But, that didn't stop people from
bo-guarding their way through the crowd and bumping into her or
brushing past her, not even tossing a glance over their
shoulder for a brief inspection or look-over. They were rude
like that. But, she was new...new to the world, so to speak,
and new to this school, this city, and its people.
all like this? Did they all go about their business without
even giving a thought to ask and help someone that was lost?
And, surely, she did appear lost, peeking her head in this
class or that one. She wasn't thinking. She must wasn't.
Because if she was, she would have known to go to the office to
find out what class she should have been in.
world changed. The world didn't appear so bleak and lonely and
uncaring and rude afterall. No, there were angels in the world.
Angels that were sweet-faced girls with golden curls of hair,
with bright blue eyes and cheery smiles. One such girl strolled
up to her calmly, decked out in a pink jumpsuit outfit that was
spiffy-new. Yes, she was all eyes-and-ears, smile stretching
from one side of the face to the other. And the little black
girl, the new girl, Cynthia, could tell she meant it. And it
made her smile too. No, it wouldn't be so bad, or so
she hoped. The warm-spirited girl finally introduced
herself,"Hello, my name is Amber. What is your name? Are you
shyly responded,"Y-yes, I'm new here."
As if Amber
could read her thoughts, quite possibly reading it on her face,
she offered,"Well, I could show you around later. But, it's
almost time for class. Do you know where to go?", not even
realizing that Cynthia didn't answer her 'what is your name'
Cynthia scrunched up her face and shook her head, saying
quietly, as if she were embarrassed, head held down as if to
avoid seeing the look on Amber's face.
"No, I don't
know where to go."
Amber said,"Well, let me see your schedule."
Cynthia slowly handed the crinkled paper that was sloppily
folded, to her, wondering what she was thinking. Amber unfolded
it, it rustling as she did so, scanning up-and-down quickly,
but thoroughly, replying,"Eh, you're in class with me! The
morning class - homeroom. Room 13. I heard the teacher's really
nice. Her name's Mrs. Hallmark."
softly smiled, her eyes shining slightly at the coincidence of
the two being in the same class. It was just perfect!! No, the
world WASN'T that bad afterall!! Cynthia said,"Wow, that's
great!" a little more calmly than she actually felt, trying to
play it cool.
in agreement,"Yeah, it is!!"
the bell rung, and she yelled,"Uh-oh!! It's 8:30! We're gonna
be late!! Let's go."
off to the right, down the hallway, to Room 13. A few moments
later, Cynthia came up behind her, both standing outside the
classroom door. It was closed. Mm, what to do. Should we go
inside? Or politely wait outside, until asked in?
Can't be asked inside if no one knows you're out here in the
first place, you dolt! her common sense toughly reminds
They decide to go inside, (well, Amber decided, she more or
less just followed), shuffling in with their heads held down,
the teacher saying,"Welcome…", glancing down at the roll in
front of her, on her desk, squinting her eyes, before launching
her beady-eyed gaze back their way,"…Amber and Cynthia?"
Hm, turns out they were the last to arrive. Snickers could be
heard sprinkled throughout the classroom, and Amber's face grew
hot-red. Cynthia thought, Wow even SHE gets embarrassed!!