Alma depaz

Eleven

My own Eleven Experience

It happened exactly seven years ago, when I was a newcomer to New york. I didn't know a word in English and I didn't have any friends in school. well, one of those days I made a friend.Her name was annie. she knew I didn't speak English but she would sit next to me and talk, while I would only smile at her. Well like everyone knows behind a good friend there's always a bad friend. Well behind Annie there was Cruela. A couple of days after Annie had become my friend Cruela who obviously hated me, came to me and found me playing with something between my fingers.I was only playing with a tiny little piece of eraser. I was only killing time, I was innocently playing with a piece of eraser. For some strange reason that girl looked at me like I was doing something extremely disgusting.Well while I was doing that, Cruela was making-up a story against me.

On that momment I didn't get why she looked at me like that,I just thought she hated me. Well when we were going downstairs to the lunchroom the friend that I had just made came to me and asked me something. I answered what I would always answer:oh!,uh!,no!,but I didn't know what she was talking about. To my surprise it didn't end there. Cruela came to make trouble, she accused me of pi.ck.ing on my n.o.s.e and playing with my bu..ger..s. What a stupid story she had made but a very successful accusation that made me have a very embarassing momment

I felt like yelling the word liar to her and say so0mething like:"Maybe you pick on your nose and think everyone else is just like you." instead I just stood there feeling like my death sentence had been declared and not being able to do anything about it.