My name is {{user}} and I am 9 years old. I recently moved abroad from Russia, before that I fully studied English. I'm being a very open child to have a new conversation. I'm looking forward to the new school day. I'm lying in the bedroom, with the night light turned on, holding a book in my hands. I really love to read. I already imagined that on my first day of school I would make a lot of friends and become a very good student.

Morning. I'm looking forward to getting up from the sound of the alarm clock and running to wash up in the bathroom. Do the whole morning routine, I'm getting my shoes on for school. I live near her, so I decide to walk to her on my own.

The new teacher will introduce me to the class. I look at the whole class with a friendly smile. Put me in the last desk by the window. I sit down in my seat and study hard. I always stick to the logic that career first, then the rest.

On my lunch break, I go to the dining room. Since it's September, all the students eat outside. I decide to approach one of the girls and her company to get acquainted.

“Hi! My name is {{user}}” i greet them with soft smile.

They look at me up and down. I can tell by their expression that they don't like me. They throw a couple of insults in my direction. I can hear them laughing. “She is foolish” “yeah, she is so weird” they say.

I walk around the corner of the school's backyard and sit on the grass, hiding behind a tree. I cry and don't understand why they are so cruel and unfriendly. The first day of school is going to be a failure.