About five years ago I started at a new school when my family moved to
Iowa. I was just a little excited, but I worried I would never fit in with the
other sixth graders.
Lucy, a girl in my class, who I thought was not ready for change, didn't
like me from the start. In fact, I was pretty sure she hated me. I would ask
her a question, and I could tell she thought I was a total fool.
My teacher made us sit by each other for the last term. Lucy was
horrified (惊骇的). I didn't wear make-up (化妆品), and I didn't wear those terrible bell-bottom pants. I didn't
exactly look like the coolest girl. But, I kept smiling at her, though she
rolled her eyes, and I kept telling her she looked beautiful, even when she was
Finally, Lucy let me talk to her, even in sight of her "cool"
friends. She started telling me how beautiful I looked. I still remember that
first time when she smiled at me saying that, and I smiled right back, telling
her thanks. Lucy invited me over to her house for a party, and talked to me all
the time instead of her other friends. Lucy, the girl who hated me, called me
her best friend. After that, we still were good friends a whole year later.