I take my first step on the marble floor, my pink ballet flats hit the ground. I feel confident. A smile on my face as I walk down the hall.

"AHHHHH" I hear. A voice scream, suddenly realizing it's my own. I fall down and land. Flat on my face. My boss scatter all over the floor. And everyone starts laughing at me. Suddenly my confidence has disappeared. Then I feel hot tears start to well in the back of my eyes, when I see a puzzle hand reach in front of me.

"You okay?" The voice asks. She sounds sweet. I grab her hand and she helps pull me off the floor.

"Yeah. I'm okay. I guess." I mumble. I suddenly don't feel good. It's probably because I wanted to make a good impression.

"That's good." The girl smiles. "I think. Anyways, I'm Penny Ling. You are?" I stare into her big purple-grey eyes. Her shiny purple-blue hair is pulled into two perfect buns on the top of her head. "Well? Who are you?" That snaps me back into reality.

"Oh. Yeah. I'm Minka. Minka Mark." A smile starts to spread across my face. I comb my fingers through my pink pigtail. "We should hear to class. Who do you have for first hour?"

She looks at her class list. "Social studies with . How about you?"

"Same". I smile and we start to head down the hall to ' room.