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It all started when I joined the school. I was young and had no friends. I never managed to make friends and I never understood why. Everyone made fun of me but I couldn't make out why. As I grew older I got to know it was my grades. I was weak in my studies. It never occurred to me that it could make such a difference in my life. In fact, it is the reason I am writing this today telling you what I went through and what it did to me.

It was a bright sunny morning and also my first day at school.I distinctly remember my first day at school. I always wanted to go to school. Seeing my brother, Jack, get ready for school and having his uniform made something in me attracted to school especially the art supplies he owned. Every year after his session was ended, his old supplies were given to me and they were no less than a treasure to me. So that day I got up before everyone and carefully went through my books packed in my bag which was gifted by my grandma. It was a beautiful lavender-colored bag with embroidered purple butterflies. I picked up my uniform and got ready as soon as could. I was filled with ecstasy. Everyone was up by now at we were all sitting at the dining table when my dad abruptly stood up from his chair and went towards his room. He returned a moment later and gave a big box perfectly wrapped to me. He told me to open it. I obeyed him and to my surprise, it was all I could have ever asked for. Beautiful stationery supplies were arranged in that box. My father said," This is for you my darling. Have fun and study hard". This made me more excited about school. My brother and I waited for the school bus as we stood on the porch.

When I saw my school for the first time I was too young to know what I'd face there. I took my place next to a girl named Lizzie. She seemed quite friendly just like our teacher. To my surprise, the first lecture was about art. I had my art supplies gifted by my dad ready with me. The lecture went by smoothly and we talked about life and how it inspires art. The teacher appreciated me a few times. I was excited for the rest of the day. Our next lecture was about science. That was when I knew that it was not made for me. I barely understood anything. After two more lectures, our lunch came. Like me, everyone was there for the first time. Lizzie and I took our places when we saw a girl seeming lonely. I approached her to ask her to join us. She was quite shy but she thankfully accepted the offer. Her name was Anne. I was glad that on my first day I made two friends.