I was starting out 3rd grade in a new school. I didn’t really have any friends except for one, but she was more like a sister to me than a friend. I met a nice girl name Mia in my class. She was funny, nice, and popular. She walked up to me all happy and cheerful and asked my name. Of course I was shy but I was able to let out my name in a sorrow voice “Ariana Ceniceros…”. Everyone stared in silence as I walked away.
It was time to get back in class so we lined up outside of our classrooms waiting for the teacher to arrive and take us inside. The