My new school

 

It was cold outside, and I looked at my self in the mirror. I was beautiful, I thought. It was a speciall day for me, because I had to start in a new school. I came from Copenhagen and I had moved to a little town: Skanderborg. I was nervous, and I allready missed my friends from Copenhagen. I hoped, that the pupils on the new school were sweet and respectful. The first day, was a good day. Everybody was so sweet and talked to me, but it was just a pretence. In the beginning, I had a lot of friends, but 2 years later, I found a reall friend, that I could trust. And I mean trust. I was a little disappointed, because some people that I thought were my friends, were not after all, because they told a lot of lies about me and sometimes they hited me. It was hard, but I don't like friends, who don't respect me and who are like that.

My new best friend was Camilla, and she was so nice. She had brown hair and brown eyes. A day I was lucky, I got a boyfriend, he was so sweet and I loved him, he was my everything. I talked with him about everything, but everybody stared at me and laughed at me, because he had another skin color. It couldn't be true. Why were some humans so evil. I couldn't believe it. He was sweet and he was beautiful too. All the girls just hated him because he had another skin color, and that was not fair. I said to them all the time that they had to stop. But after a year one of the bad girls moved from the town and then they began to respected him. And I told them: That you don't have to judge people before you know them.