Five minutes later, they arrived at there new school on Daffy street. The school is enormous and made out of dark red bricks. The school's lawn was well cut smoothly with no streaks in it. There were a bunch of students out in sections. They have the popular groups, the nerdy groups, cheerleading groups, sport teams in red and white jackets group, book club groups, a white hip hop group dresses similar to black Americans, and the weirdest group in the mix is a black gothic group.
"This is nice," Abe said, parking on the side.
"I know I'm going to like it here," Martia said.
"Me two," Mala said.
"Me three," Trenti said.
"Me four," Mara said.
"But it looks sort of weird how they got the kids, this is totally different from our school in India," Martia said.
"That's because everybody dresses different where us Indians dresses in the same traditional outfit gowns," Mara said.
"There clothes are so cool, DAD WHY WE CAN'T DRESS LIKE THEM," Trenti blurts.
"Because that's there culture and this is our own, just be yourself, and don't let their outfits throw your learning off, now have a terrific day in school, and tell me and your mother all about your first day at supper," Abe said.
"Okay daddy," Martia said, getting out of the truck.
As soon as they got out, all the other students stares at them in a funny way. The popular group starts to converse in a low voice.
"What is that?" A tall blonde girl with a long pony tail asked.
"I don't know, but they sure as hell looks weird," A very charming boy with a light blue and white jersey on that has the number 4 embedded in the center of the shirt.
"And what on earth is they wearing?" Another girl with long dark hair wearing a pink t-shirt and pink jeans.
"Ugly dresses, and ugh, the boy that's with them is even wearing a dress, why? Is he gay? He must be one of them faggot boys," the boy said.
"What is they doing here? And they dress like that?" The boy asked.
"I think they immigrants," The long ponytail girl said.
"Immigrants?" The boy asked.
"Yeah immigrants, they come here to live with us, I heard about them a lot on the news, they are poor foreigners who gets tired of living in their own country, and start living in America for benefits," she informs.
"Wow. But I still don't like how they are dressed," he said.
"I think they kinda cool, I mean they colors stands out, what you think? You think they can be in our group?" She asked the boy.
"I don't know, well if they want to be in our group, they gonna have to change their look, I don't want us to feel embarrassed by them," he said.
"I can take the girls, and you take the boy, maybe you can fix him up Jake," she said.
"You bet I will," Jake said.
As the Agarwal children walks near the school, all eyes is being fixated on them.
"I'm nervous," Martia said, feeling unease.
"It's okay Martia, you will soon get adjusted here and meet nice people," Mala said, comforting her.
"There is so many whites here," Trenti said.
"Stop Trenti, don't," Mala said, correcting him.
"I'm just saying," Trenti said.
"Don't," she said, in a firm voice.
While the Agarwal children is talking to each other, all of a sudden, a chunky boy from a bully crowd throws a water bottle towards them and hits Trenti in the face and he falls on down on the grass.
Author Ciara Webb
Story written by Ciara Webb
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