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#2. Different.

This morning, seemed like all the others, boring and dull. I got up, took a shower, got dressed, ate breakfast. But something seemed like it was missing. There was just something very offputting.

I got on my jacket and backpack warily, thinking hard of what it was that made this morning seem nerve wracking.

My little sister came running through the halls and then into my room. Her electric vibrant blue eyes were sparkling, her golden curls escalated down her back, she was still in her curios george pajamas.

“guess who’s coming to our school today!” She half yelled.

She went to the same school as me, but a grade younger. She looked a lot like me. Execpt I had rich brown neat curls, and I was taller and more lean. She had that ivory look, while I was tan.

“Who?” I asked clueless.

“A new student!”

OH! that’s what made this day seem different.

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