I walked up the small hill towards the school with my parents. I breathed in the air and sighed. The air in Japan is so much cleaner than the air in Hong Kong, where there is a lot of pollution. I had my pencil case and lunch in my school bag like the email that had been sent to my parents had said. What am I going to do today? Is this school like my previous school in Hong Kong? Am I going to make any friends today? Did I chose the right school? Many questions in my head were waiting to be answered. I opened the door to my new school.
It took me a few minutes to find the fifth grade area, but I was able to get there on time. I was really scared. What if everybody hated me? I had never moved schools before, and I had no idea what it was like. Outside the classrooms, I saw some new people I saw on Orientation day like Telma, and Maria.
“Hi Maria and Telma, Are you nervous?” I asked.
“Yes,” they answered.
“I’m nervous too. I hope we are in the same class. I’ll be going to see which class I’m going to be in. Good luck for today” I walked towards the class...
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