When I met Michelle-by: Secret Agent Hay

I remember when I was 5 years old and walked inside the loud kindergarten classroom that smelled like animal crackers and hand sanitizer. I saw a girl bouncing off the walls and thought, “That is one girl I will never be friends with.” Now I am glad she is one of my best friends.

She was a small girl with long, dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes, just like me! I never paid much attention to the other students (who I guess were just as wild and crazy as her) because I was very shy and quiet at the time. I was never really fond of this girl, but I guess she never was particularly fond of me either. She always picked on me and called me names because she knew I would never do anything about it. One nickname she gave me was “Mouse.” She called me this because I was very small like the size of a toothpick, and was as quiet as an ant on a marshmallow. One day our teacher, Ms. Newell, saw us fighting and decided to put us at a table group with each other. Now at first, we did not like the idea and never talked or looked at each other. After a few weeks we began to talk and realized we had a lot in common, and we started to be friends and she started to call me by my real name and played with me all the time in the little kitchen our classroom had nearby the lockers.

She is a very good friend, and I have come a long way from where I was back then. I am more outgoing, spontaneous, and make friends more easily. Ever since then, I know to never to judge someone before you get to know them first. It might just surprise you how much you have in common, and they just might become your best friend in the whole world.

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