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Two years ago when Myra was in year 7 a fire broke out in one of the schools science labs and a rumour circulated about a “baboon” in year 7 who caused the school to evacuate. A year later Myra’s teacher offered her a position on the tutoring program. Myra accepted, but her tutoring was cut short after every student assigned to her refused to be tutored. Myra spent most of her time alone, not because she was shy, but she believed that everyone in Aberdeen were the same: insular minded, backwards and racist.
Aberdeen was a self-sufficient town, the closest civilisation was a 3 hour drive and the only time its existence was acknowledged was by the occasional politician visit.
Myra entered the school with her shoulders hunched over and head hanging low, holding her books tightly. As much as she tried to she could never blend in with everyone else. Myra had a dark cocoa complexion; her eyes were a mahogany brown and had a small, fragile figure.
She manoeuvred through the crowds when an unknown force pushed her books from her grasps. Bending down to pick it up another force pushed her against the lockers, scrunching her face and clenching her fists she ignored it again. Just as she reached out to grab her textbooks another hand picked it up for her.
“What do you think you’re doing with my stuff?!” Myra Barked.
“Sorry, I was only thing to help” the voice replied.
Myra looked up. She was about Myra’s age and had light olive skin tone, blonde hair that curled at her shoulders and smelled like jasmine flowers.
“I was hoping you could help me, I’m new here and I don’t really know where I need to go, I’m Abbey by the way”
Grabbing the books out of her hands, Myra’s forehead crinkled in confusion
“Um, yeah, sure I can help ...

... middle of paper ...

...he vicinity for Myra. Abbey eventually found her in a shadowy corner deep into a novel. Myra noticed Abbey.
“If you’re here to tell me that I’m don’t belong here, I’ve already been told” said Myra, pinching her forehead
Abbey shook her head, smiling.
“No I’m here to tell you that I want to be friends with you and apologise for my actions yesterday. They were uncalled for and I’m sorry I believed those lies”
Myra squinted, slowly exhaling.
“I don’t want your sympathy or your friendship, I’m fine on my own, I always have been” said Myra avoiding eye contact.
“After seeing what my dad did to you I realised how callous I was, I want to help you and prove to everyone that being different doesn’t make you inferior.”
“Thanks, but if you’re close to me they’ll give you the same treatment”

“That’s why; we need to work together to overcome this prejudice and injustice”

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