Two years ago, when Myra was in 7th grade, a fire broke out in one of the school's science labs and a rumor circulated about a " baboon” in 7th grade which caused the school to be evacuated. A year later, Myra's teacher offered her a position in the tutoring program. Myra agreed, but her tutoring was cut short after all the students assigned to her refused to be tutored. Myra spent most of her time alone, not because she was shy, but she thought everyone in Aberdeen was the same: insular, backward and racist. Aberdeen was a self-sufficient city, the nearest civilization was 3 hours away and the only time its existence was acknowledged was during occasional visits by politicians. Myra walked into the school with her shoulders hunched and head down, clutching her books tightly. Even if she tried, she could never blend in with the crowd. Myra had a dark cocoa complexion; her eyes were a mahogany brown and had a small, fragile figure. She was maneuvering through the crowd when an unknown force pushed her books away from her. 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 them up for her. “What do you think you’ll do with my stuff?!” Myra barked. “Sorry, I was only helping,” the voice replied. Myra looked up. She was about Myra's age and had a light olive complexion, blonde hair that curled past 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 should go." go ahead, I'm Abbey by the way. " Grabbing the books from her hands, Myra's brow furrowed in confusion " Um, yeah, sure I can help...... middle of paper ...... he's nearby for Myra. Abbey finally found it in a dark corner deep within a novel. Myra noticed Abbey. “If you're here to tell me I don't belong here, I've already been told that,” Myra said, pinching his forehead. Abbey shook her head, smiling. "No, I'm here to say that I want to be friends with you and apologize for my actions yesterday. "I don't want your sympathy or friendship, I'm fine on my own, I always been," Myra said, avoiding eye contact. "After seeing what my father did to you, I realized how insensitive I was, I want to help you and prove to everyone that being different doesn't make you inferior." "Thank you, but if you're close to me, they'll give you the same treatment. » “That is why; we must work together to overcome this prejudice and injustice”