One boy runs and complains to the teacher that his friend ate his candy. Probably, everyone has this kind of experience but unfortunately, not for me. I always wished that I had a friend that would take my candy for fun. I had no friends when I was in Kindergarten because I couldn’t speak English fluently. I mumbled and repeated words, and it made me different with other kids. What I hate the most was lunch time. I was always alone and I didn’t like school that much. Even though nobody liked me, I always stayed calm. Yet, one day, it went way too far.
    “Eric! Could you come to my desk,” the teacher yelled across from the room. I slugged out of my seat and walked slowly  towards my teacher’s desk. I already knew what this had to do with. The whole class stared at me as I walked towards the teacher’s desk. I pulled out the seat from her desk and sat next to her. Her peculiar frown deepened when I sat down. Alex, next to me, complained about what I did to him and how hurtful he felt. I opened my mouth so that I could explain to the teacher that it was a lie. Yet, I couldn’t speak well and nothing but mumbling words came out of my mouth. My teacher sighed and gave me a piece of paper. She explained to me that I had to get it signed by my parents. I slapped my hands on my face; I knew I was in a lot of trouble.
    I trudged to my house, knowing that my parent’s emotions won’t be happy when they saw the slip of paper I received from my teacher. I opened the door of my house and entered in swiftly. I wondered, “What will happen after I showed my parents this paper?” Hoping for luck, I gave the paper at night to my parents. I could see the blaze in their eyes when they read the slip of paper. After they were done reading about what I did, they interrogated me about why I did my actions. I explained to them that Alex lied again to get me in trouble. They suddenly looked pale and walked to their bedrooms.
  Next day, my parents were sitting in the principal’s office. They were explaining about what happened during the last several months, and complaining about the teacher’s decisions. I still remember what my teacher told to my parents, “I don’t understand what Eric is saying. I believe Alex more than Eric.” That night, the house was dead silent and I decided to take a peek of what they were doing. I went near their bedroom’s door and stayed silent. I heard them crying and comforting each other. They were mumbling but I could hear one word clearly. They were talking about moving.
    We were ready to go in the car. I packed all my favorite toys and waited for my Dad to come out from the house. I was depressed about leaving our house. Yet, I was glad to leave all my misery far away from me. When I arrived near my new house, I could see beautiful rainbows. It looked like welcoming our family. The neighborhood seemed more comfortable with people walking around.
    When I went to the new school, many people tried to help me around and it was a fun experience. It was P.E. and our teacher told us to do different runs. When I was about to be done with my last run, I forgot to look at the steps and fell down. Tears were piling up in my eyes and I was about to let my tears go. Yet, I thought of all the hard times I had and kept my tears in. I was about to stand up until one of my classmates, Robert, offered me his hand and asked, “You need help?” I nodded and he stood me up. I decided to sit next to him every lunch. At first, it was a little awkward and the table was dead silent. Yet, when I kept sitting next to him at lunch, he started talking to me. After a week of chatting, Robert came to me quickly and asked, “Wanna be friends?” A huge smile blossomed on my face while I nodded. Maybe, life could be better than I thought.