Hey you guys! This is my first story, feel free to comment down below what you think! This story is based on myself, hope you enjoy! -Heidi
When she first stepped into the warm, crowded classroom, she felt like she was in heaven. There were colourful hexagonal tables, vibrant and quirky magnets and, an Apple TV projector.
This was the first day of year three for little Helen, she may be a small six year old, soon turning seven, she was as tall as some year sixes. Crazy stuff. Interesting enough, she was Asian. Jet black hair, slightly tanned face and tiny eyes. No jokes. She was new to this country, she moved to this country, called New Zealand, last year on September 10th, six days her birthday. She spoke little English, in fact, all she could say was "Hello, my name is Helen." Or simple yes or no.
Butterflies in her stomach was doing extreme gymnastic, she could feel how nervous she was, she used to be the playground queen, everyone wanted to be her friend, even boys. They even needed permission to be in her group. Helen hoped that she could start a new "group" and she was the queen.
As she tried to interpret what her new teacher was saying, the big jolly woman with blond hair pointed at her. Confused, she forced a smile on her face, but she just sat there, not sure what to do. "Stand up." whispered the girl sitting next to her, in Chinese of course. The girl's name was Miranda, her mum was the one who introduced her to this school.
All eyes were on Helen as she stood up. "Helen here, is new to New Zealand, she moved here at the end of last year, tell us a little bit about yourself Helen." boomed the teacher.
"Hello, my name is Helen, I am from China." said Helen, not exactly nervously, but kind of shyly. A few girls giggled, hearing how weird her accent was. Helen was devastated, it wasn't her fault that she didn't speak English well enough like other girls.
As they began their first activity, which was drawing on coloured kite shaped paper, Helen was put on a red hexagonal table with Miranda and a few other girls. As she began drawing on her kite, she noticed the girl sitting next to her was copying her drawing, now, Helen was a girl who is easily enraged and was not afraid to confront people, a lot of kids were scared of her. As she confronted the girl who copied her, she realized that, she couldn't find the right words, after all, her vocabulary was very limited. Frustrated, she just let it go, she saw all the girls on her table rolling eyes and shoving each over, she felt terrible, she was never excluded, after all, she was the queen and a mouth full of venom.
So this is my first chapter, let me know what you think! -Heidi :)