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Albert Story #1 My name is Albert, I wear glasses-just like Harry Potter. My mom bought them for me because she wants to see me as such a sweet boy. (In my last school, a bully pounded me into the locker. It was a meat sandwich between his fist and my face.) I held my head low with my backpack slumped over my face. I slunk into my first class searching for a friend. As I made my way to the back corner to the last open seat, I felt a leg sweep. I heard the most popular kid in class whisper, “What a loser!” I shot up and in an enthusiastic voice, I replied, “Hey man, I’m just one of the guys!” Upon hearing that, the entire backroom snickered. It strutted away like the dudes on TV. As I sat back in my seat, the chair flipped away from me, and I hit the ground. “Hey radical brahs, I meant to do that,” I called out. On the outside I was acting like I was cool, but I was the opposite on the inside. I felt like I was going to cry. I walked to the front of the room and spotted a boy with his nose in a book. He had the same glasses as me. He had a smile and a nametag labeled, Joe. I told him, “hey I’ve read that book.” He looked u and beamed. He asked, “Do you want to sit here?” I leapt at the chance and sat net to him. I felt changed. I smiled from my head to my toes. The dark rain cloud of humiliation dissolved in to happiness. I thought to myself, “this is going to be the best day ever” Hey dude have you seen that one kid who keeps tripping people?” He explained. “Yeah,” I replied, “He just tripped me when I came to sit down.” My heart leapt like a frog when I realized that I just needed to be myself to make a friend. He asked, “Hey man, did your mom get your glasses also?” I laughed! I jumped and pumped my fists. Ah! A true soulmate. We’re going to be friends forever.

Albert Story #2 My name is Albert, I wear glasses-just like Harry Potter. My mom bought them for me because she wants to see me as such a sweet boy. (In my last school, a bully pounded me into the locker. It was a meat sandwich between his fist and my face.) I held my head low with my backpack slumped over my face. I slunk into my first class searching for a friend. As I made my way to the back corner to the last open seat, I felt a leg sweep. I heard the most popular kid in class whisper, “What a loser!” As I stood up, I declared, “I looked carefully when I came in and there was no such obstacle in my path.” They were overcome with a fit of laughter, and whipped their heads saying, “You’re a smartypants!” I felt like my heart was just a pound of rocks. Immediately, I knew I was no smartypants. I was just a big fake. Then I lumbered through the room like a lumpy bowl of oatmeal. I could see three kids waving for me to come over. They were wearing ripped up jeans and glasses like Harry Potter. Finally, I thought some people who are like me. “Expelliamus! We’ve been waiting fo you, our new Gryffindor member!” they called out. This is going toe be the most wizardly magical first day ever! I skipped with happiness and plopped myself down in the open chair. I think I’ve never had such a satisfying feeling in my life. “Thank you! I’m honored to be in your House of Glory.” I exclaimed. “I’m Susan but you can call me Hermione. This is Thom but you can call him Ron. This is Richard and you can call him Harry.” I thought I don’t have to do anything to become their friends – just be myself.