"Why do I need to move?" Amy asked, confused. Amy's family was moving to a new city and Amy felt confused. She had friends at her old home and couldn't bear to go away from home to a place with no fresh air and a lot of noise. "Amy, this is what's best for the family. I know that you're sad your friends won't always be with you, but you'll make new friends and you can still hang out with your friends online! I mean, you're sister's fine with it!" Amy's mom replied. "Yeah! I want to be a cool city kid!" exclaimed Amy's sister, Ivy. Amy picked up a box to give to the movers. "The city's dirty, Ivy," Amy

said. She handed the box to one of the movers named... Bob? Amy grumbled and ran up to her room. She opened the door to see her room, completely empty except for boxes and her bed. She looked out the window and sighed. "How will I ever leave this place?" she said to herself. She took something out of one of the open boxes. She held it close to her face as her eyes welled up with tears. "I'm sorry Nicole... I need to leave," she said while wiping her eyes. I don't want to go to the city! I want to stay here in the suburbs! She thought. "Amy, we're leaving! The movers are handling the rest of the box-

-es, get in the car!" her mom yelled from below. "Okay mom," Amy said, walking down the stairs. She went out and took one last look at her hometown. "Goodbye," she said, glumly. She had one last sniff of the fresh air and went into the car. She closed the car door shut and got her seat belt buckled. "Hey, I'm sure you'll make new friends, okay?" her mom said, adjusting the front mirror. "Yeah, I guess..." Amy said. Ivy got out a pack of crayons and a coloring book from her backpack. "Do you want to share? I know you're sad..." Ivy said. "Thanks Ivy. You're a good little sister," Amy said, putting the col-

oring book down. I'm glad I have my sister though. She thought. Once they made it to the city, Amy's mom got really stressed. There was beeping and people talking. "It's so loud!" Amy said, covering her ears. "And it's so cool!" Ivy added, looking at all the tall buildings. "Kids, could you stay quiet? There are so many cars! Maybe... Maybe code secret messages to each other in silence? Just please quiet down," Amy's mom said, looking out the window. Once they finally made it to their new home, Amy opened the door of the car to get out. It was an apartment building and was really tall! "Wow. Do we get to live 

here?" like any little kid would. "We have to be in a small apartment, right mom?" Amy asked. "Yes. You kids go in, I'm just getting our things out. Grab some candies at the front desk for me, okay?" their mom replied. Amy pushed the door open to see a nice lobby. "Wow..." Amy said, under her breath. She walked up and grabbed a few candies. "Okay," their mom walked in and stood at the front desk. "Hi, I'm a new resident here, can you give me my keys? Thanks," she said to the person at the front desk. "Of course, here," said the person. The golden keys rattled in Amy's mom's hand. "Thank you." The 

family went up to their apartment. 

    The next day, Amy got ready for school. She got her backpack on and packed everything she needed. She packed things like her lunch, notebooks, pencils, and pens. Nothing out of the ordinary. Once she was ready, she opened the door until she heard a big sharp, "STOP!!!" It was her mom. "Um... Why?" Amy asked. "You can't leave by yourself without an adult in the city! There are dangerous people here," her mom replied. "Okay...? Can you go with me?" Amy asked. "Okay." Once they were ready, Amy and her

mom went outside, and walked. "I'm nervous... What if those kids make fun of me? What if they don't like me? Oh, this is BAD!" Amy said. "Don't worry, I bet they'll LOVE you!" Amy's mom said. 

    Amy pulled the door to the school. She made it. Skreek! When she pulled the door, it sounded like that. She saw a bunch of kids and classrooms. It was so noisy and chaotic. She walked in and found her classroom, 212, Ms. Adrian Rose. She opened the door to see everybody in the classroom look at her. "Oh, Amy, welcome!" the teacher said. The teacher 

had nice blonde hair and a nice blue dress with pearl earrings. Amy had black hair and a T-shirt with an orange juice stain. "H-Hi..." Amy stuttered she was so shy to be in front of a bunch of students. "Kids, meet Amy-" The teacher looked at a sheet of paper. "Quack? Amy Quack?" All the students burst into laughter. "Quack! Quack!" the students yelled. Amy blushed. "It's... It's Kwak!" "She's a duck! Look at her yellow shirt!" one of the students yelled. "I'M NOT A DUCK!!!" Amy yelled. Her eyes welled with tears. "UGH! I HATE THIS!!!" she yelled, blinking out tears. Amy thundered out the classroom to the hallway.

I hate school. I hate life. I hate my teacher. I hate my classmates. I hate everything! Amy thought, furrowing her brows while wiping out tears. "Now look what you did! You made our new student feel sad," the teacher said in a muffled voice. "I need to go talk to her." You're a 5th grader! Stop crying! Amy thought. Then she heard footsteps. "Honey, what happened?" It was the teacher, Ms. Rose. "Oh, you know what happened. You saw. The dumb kid called me a duck and made fun of my last name. I don't want to be in this school anymore. In fact, I didn't want to be here anyways," Amy replied. "Amy, how 

do you pronounce your name?" "Kwa-k," Amy said, stretching it out like how 1st graders would. "Kwak?" "Yeah," Amy said. "Look. I'm sorry I accidentally mispronounced your name... And how Rufus called you a duck." "Rufus?" Amy asked. "Yeah. Let's head back inside." Amy went back inside to see some students giggling and whispering to each other, using hand gestures towards Amy. Amy blushed. "Hi... My name is Amy Kwak, not Quack," Amy said. "Thank you Amy Kwak!" Ms. Rose said. Amy sat down in the only empty seat. The seat was next to Rufus, the student who made fun of her.

    It was art time. Everybody got scissors and glue-sticks. "Hi... I'm um... new here," Amy said to the art teacher. "Oh, okay. You can... make a drawing or something," said the art teacher. "Um... Okay," Amy said. She walked over to a table, sat down and grabbed a piece of paper. Then, surprisingly, a person sat down next to her. "Hey. You're that kid who got teased, right? I'm Kiki," said the person. She was the girl who had her black hair tied in a ponytail. "Hi. I think you know me,” Amy said. "I know how it feels to be teased like that," Kiki said. "Yeah. It's horrible," Amy said. "Do you... want to be friends?" 

Kiki asked. "Sure! I need all the help I can get to survive this year!" Amy said, happily. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the nerd and the new duck kid!" said a voice. Amy turned around. It was Rufus. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the BUTT!" Kiki yelled. "Oh, Kiki. Why are you being friends with her? Be friends with Cat or Star instead!" Rufus replied. "And you. Your name is very... weird." Rufus turned to Amy. "You're weird! Literally most people see you pick your nose and armpit fart!" Amy said. "I... Don't... Care," Rufus said. "Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it? Huh, huh?" Amy asked. "I'll make you look like a fool and

be bullied everyday," Rufus replied, crossing his arms. "I can make you fall down on the ground face first. I know Takwondo," Amy said in a stern voice. "Nobody cares for Takwondo." Rufus said, sneering. "I do. And there are so many people who do it. Jokes on you, Rufus," Amy said. "Rufus, go away!" Kiki said. "Oh yeah? Or else what?" Rufus asked. "Or else... THIS!!!" Kiki did a karate kick on Rufus' face and made him fall down. "Oww..." Rufus said. Everyone gasped. "I-I-" "Teacher! Kiki and Amy hurt me!" Rufus yelled. "Kiki! Amy! Principals office! NOW!!!" the art teacher yelled. We gulped and went to the office.

    "Kiki, Amy, this is how you deal with a fight? Physical fighting?" the principal sneered. He was bald and had a sweater that said, "Teacherz 4eva. AKA, Teachers forever." "Well, Rufus was making fun of us and threatening us. What do you expect us to do? What, talk about it? He keeps on making fun of Kiki and I just because we have 'unique' names. He only targets the kids who don't have 'normal' attributes," Amy said. "Yeah, he only respects kids who are like him. Practically who have the same skin color, 'normal' names, and yeah. That kind of defines racist," Kiki said. They turned to each other in worry.

"You are right. He only hangs out with kids of the same tone, kids who have 'normal' names, and kids who are like him. That does define racist," the principal said, looking at some papers. "I'll talk to him, okay? You two go back to your classes." 

    After that, it was science. "Everybody gets a microscope! No fighting!" the science teacher said. She was Amy's favorite teacher. "Amy's table, get your microscopes!" And the teacher seemed to like Amy too. "Rufus' table, get your microscopes!" Oh no. Amy thought. Amy quickly grabbed the cleanest 

microscope and walked to her- "HEY!!! GIVE THAT BACK!" Amy yelled. Rufus snatched the microscope from her. "That's what you get for kicking me," Rufus said. Amy scoffed, "Yeah, you can't even protect yourself from me,” Rufus growled. Amy snatched the microscope out of his hands and onto her desk. Amy sighed of relief. "Rufus envied your microscope?" Kiki asked. "Yep. Good thing I have you, am I right?" Amy asked. Kiki bit her nails. "Right..." "Hey Kiki! Why are you hanging out with her?" asked another girl. "Nancy. She's my new friend," Kiki said. "Friends? You're best off with us other than... her," Nancy said.