I watch themEach face unknownTheir eyes move back and forthI walk to my deskIn the corner, aloneThe teacher beginsI sit thereWatchingEach face wonderingWhisperingWho is she?As if I’m not thereI glance upAt the girl in frontI see a smile appearAnd she laughsQuietlyPointing at meMy face burns crimsonI stare downAt my deskOut of the corner of my eyeI seeSomeone tossA paperOn my deskI grab it, and read“Don’t mind her,” it says,“She’s just being unkind,Welcome to school”I look at herA quiet, red-haired girlShe smiles at meAnd I knowI’ve found a friend.