In the story, Mary's living with her dad, because I didn't really want Dominique in it, and we already know that Mary's mom died when she was young, but we don't know anything about her dad.
My name is Mary Santiago. I could try and tell you all about me, but I think that would take to long, so I'm just going to tell you about my first day of kindergarten. That would about sum me up. Which is actually quite sad, if you think about it.
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It started like anyone's first day of kindergarten, so I won't bore you with the details. Around snack time, a girl with two little blond pigtails walked up to me. This is the first thing she said to me. "What are you eating? It's so… plain."
Well, I was just eating normal crackers, and I thought they were okay. I remember I stuttered at her, "My… my mommy says they're good for you."
She shook her head at me. "What's your name?"
"It's Mary."
"Hmm… Mary… that's pretty plain to."
"Well… What's your name?"
"My name? It's Jeanette. There's nothing plain about Jeanette, not like Mary. But I guess you can't change your name? To something like… Marguerite?"
I quickly shook my head.
"I guess we'll just have to stick with plain Mary then."
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That day I became, not exactly friends, but something close to it, with Jeanette.
I didn't really make any other friends at school, but that day I met my new neighbor, Lena. She and I became best friends, and we stayed best friends until the summer before high school. She moved to Italy. We still kept in touch with e-mail, and a rare phone call. The day she left was one of the saddest days of my life.
It also left me entering high school with only one sort-of friend. We were actually more like… friendly acquaintances. Jeanette still tells me everything about me is plain, but I've gotten used to it.
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The night before my first day of high school, I called Lena. We talked for a while before I told her I had to hang up.
"School, first thing in the morning. Yipee." I said unenthusiastically.
"I'm so sorry I can't be there with you Mary."
"Yeah, I wish you were here to, Len."
"All right, you have to go to bed. But… Be who you are, and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."
I smiled into the phone. It was something we did sometimes. We both knew just about every single Dr. Suess quote there was, and we told them to each other when we felt it was needed.
"It'll be okay, Mary, you'll see."
"Thanks, Lena. Goodnight."
This is my first real story, so could you all review and tell me what you think? I would really appreciate it. Tell me if you think that I should continue, okay? Thank you!