A new girl entered the classroom, all of our first impression of her was a nerdy, ugly and uncool kind of girl. No one liked her since the day she came to the school, except the teachers.
She's actually a young bright girl, who loves to help, care for people, loving, respectful, and she has a very lovely heart. But, strangely, nobody likes her.
At break time, she went to the playground to play. Since she has no friends yet, she had no choice but to play alone. She never felt lonely or left out, because she always think through things positively. So she played on her own and enjoyed herself.
Then, there's this 3 mean girls coming up to her, saying, "Hey! This is our place, you are not allowed to play in here. Go! Now!"
She replied, "Hi, I'm Priscilla! I'm new here, so which class are you from?"
The girls said, "I say... get the hell out of here!"
She answered back calmly, "Oh, I get it! You're like the mean girls, like in the movies. Right? Alright, I get it now!" she smiled as she went.
Break was over, she head back to class and sat by the window. She was sitting alone. Again. She thought to herself, "Why does these people seems like they don't like me that much? Did I do anything wrong to them? Well, maybe it's just my first day here and people don't know me yet. Let's just see what would happen tomorrow."
As class began, and the teacher started talking, she listened, obeyed and participated very well in class. Many of her classmates were quite jealous of her abilities, as she raised her hand for numerous times, they thought that she was trying to show off. But she was not showing off. She was just being a great student.
The day went by. Then her first day of being in the new school ended. She was felt unwelcomed, but she was optimistic, thinking that tomorrow would be a better day.
Second day arrived. She went to the same classes as the day before and still, sitting on her own. As she went to break, she bought sandwich from the canteen, then the three mean girls purposely bumped her, so she fell. Her sandwich became inedible. She stayed down on laying on the floor for few seconds, then she started crying.
Then, a guy, who was a senior, helped her get up and asked her if she was okay. She just kept crying. And she had been so hungry since the second period of class, and now her sandwich cannot be eaten, yet, her clothes were all dirty and wet.
The guy quickly brought her to the clinic and asked the school nurse to have borrow her or lend her a new set of uniform, and clean up her scars. The guy left.
The nurse did as what she was told. While she was doing so, she questioned her, "What happened to you? And are you a new student? Because I've never seen you and I'm not familiar with your face."
Pricscilla answered, "Yes, I'm new. My name is Priscilla. Miss, what is wrong with me and this school? This is just my second day here and nobody likes me, and the worst part, I just fell and bullied by the three mean girls since yesterday."
The nurse paused and speechless. But behind the clinic door, the guy who helped her just listened and then showed up to her giving her a brand new edible sandwich. She said, "Thank you. I really appriciate your help. Thank you so much! Oh! What's your name?"
The guy replied, "You're welcome. I'm Jake. And by the way, the question you were wondering of, is that they are just jealous of you. Jealous of your beauty, your intelligence and your personality. That's what! It's natural. Just keep on being nice to them no matter what, and so they'll get it and want to be with you in the end when they get to know you even more."
She replied, "Thanks again. Thank you for your love and caring." She grinned.
Right after that, she came reaching out to those mean girls, asking why they have to act so mean to her. Yet asking them what she had done to them, that made them do hate her.
"Hey, can we talk? In private." The new girl commanded.
"Sure. Let's talk loser!"
"Don't be so sure."
The new girl went talking and pouring out all the questions and wanders to those girls. They went on and on.. Arguing here and there. The most mean girl cried. The new girl kept saying nice things.
Then, after all those reconciling. They hugged each other and walked out of the classroom where they talked, with friendly faces. And yet, the mean girls became friendly to others too.
Right after that, she came reaching out to those mean girls, asking why they have to act so mean to her. Yet asking them what she had done to them, that made them do hate her.
"Hey, can we talk? In private." The new girl commanded.
"Sure. Let's talk loser!"
"Don't be so sure."
The new girl went talking and pouring out all the questions and wanders to those girls. They went on and on.. Arguing here and there. The most mean girl cried. The new girl kept saying nice things.
Then, after all those reconciling. They hugged each other and walked out of the classroom where they talked, with friendly faces. And yet, the mean girls became friendly to others too.
See, this story tells us that to love and care for other people is not a difficult thing to do. In fact, it will bring you good luck and good feedback from other people. To love and care for people, is very important, if you can't love and care for people, how can you be able to love and care for your future family and live in the future?
And adding to that, reconciling with a friend is another important thing. From this story, if the new girl hadn't talked to the mean girls, there wouldn't be any changes to their lives and others. The truth hurts. At least it's way better than being stabbed from behind, and found out that you've just bleed. Learn from live. Stay with God. He is our everlasting best friend.
And adding to that, reconciling with a friend is another important thing. From this story, if the new girl hadn't talked to the mean girls, there wouldn't be any changes to their lives and others. The truth hurts. At least it's way better than being stabbed from behind, and found out that you've just bleed. Learn from live. Stay with God. He is our everlasting best friend.
by maria frances
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