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      I woke up, panting and sweating. The worst 

moment of my life, had turned into a nightmare. A 

nightmare I saw every night, every time I closed my 

eyes, every time someone mentioned the word 

“presentation.” It was as if it had really happened again. The 

orange slime, the people screaming and shouting. Everyone was 

disgusted about what had just happened.

     I knew I had to put this moment in the past. I 

had to forget it, to let it go. As my mom always tells me, 

“to start over.” It seemed easy for her to say, but has she 

lived the moment? NO! I had! I just couldn’t leave it in the past, 

it was too horrible.

     The wind was rushing through my face, as I slowly started walking 

toward my new classroom, in my new school, in my new country. Room 208, 

Mrs.Sara. They say she’s really nice, but the story tells that if you forget 

your homework ONE time, then she stares at you with eyes you will never 

forget, steam coming from her ears, makes you want to crawl into a shell, like 

a turtle. 

     Yesterday was student orientation day, and some kids showed me 

the school, (while mentioning some students and teachers) which was 

bigger than space! I have no clue how I didn’t get lost. They 

specifically told me not to mess with Mckenna and Mackenzie, the 

twins, also known as the evil queens.   They were really nice, even though I 

barely spoke to them.   They told me that my brown eyes and my curly hazel 

hair was very pretty.   After a while I started talking a little more, I started 

to throw some jokes in. I love telling jokes and making people laugh. They 

laughed. I felt good.

     Now, the thing is that I am so shy, that even the person with the best 

hearing in the world, has a hard time understanding what I say. Well, that’s 

outside my house, inside my house I’m the giggle box. I am louder than a 

marching band, but outside my house, I am quieter than a mouse. As you 

can see, I am a totally different person at home, than outside. Only the 

people who have been with me very very long or have gone to my house, 

know who I really am. 

     But why am I so shy?? Well, when I was nine I wasn't very loud but at 

least I didn’t have to repeat everything ten times. I wasn’t so shy. One day 

I had to do a presentation, in front of all elementary and many parents.   I 

went up the stage, my whole body trembling about to fall down. My hands 

barely holding the microphone.   I had prepared for that moment so much, 

yet my mind just blanked. I didn’t know what to say... Everyone was 

anxiously looking at me, waiting for me to speak. But when I opened my 

mouth, I knew I had made the biggest mistake of my life.   Orange 

disgusting and slimy liquid went flying out of my mouth and to everyone in 

the first and second row. Even some people in the third. Everyone was 

screaming of disgust. I could feel my face burning red as I ran as fast as I 

could out of the stage.   I ran and ran until I could barely breath.   I have 

that moment in my memory, stuck, as if it was yesterday. 

     Since then, I stayed as quiet as a mouse, but when I did talk, it 

was as soft as it could be. That was in New York, fortunately, I get 

to start over every two to three years because of my dad’s job. So I 

got to move and didn’t have to go back to that school. Now I am 

the shyest person on earth. My mom is always telling me to let that 

moment in the past, to move on, and to let other people see who I 

really am.

     So, now I’m walking toward my new classmates, my new teacher, and 

the new mean girls in 6th grade.   I open the door and the most colorful, 

pleasant, and amazing classroom I have ever seen, greets me. The class is 

full of color and friends talking about their vacation. A beautiful teacher 

smiling and asking everyone about their vacation too. Well, in a classroom 

like this, maybe this year I can change, leave everything in the past and 

start over.   Maybe just maybe, the time had come for people to see who I 

really am. But not today, or this week, now I have to worry about being on 

the teacher's good side. 

     Either way, if I don’t show who I really am, it won’t be a problem. I’m 

probably moving in a few years. I have one brother one sister, all younger 

than me. So when we move, I’m the one my mom asks to calm them down. 

Don’t take it the wrong way, I love being the biggest sister, and having my 

two brothers looking up at me. 

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