Every once in a while, I have a dream with enough potential to jot down as a short story. What follows is one such story. I hope you enjoy reading it!

The New Student

Once there was a girl, cute as can be, that moved into a new town. Having lived her entire life in her previous town, she was delighted to see the wonders this new world would provide. And what better wonders to behold than seeing the school which she'd be attending from now on? It was a bright and cheery Tuesday morning when her mother's car pulled into the parking lot of the school. Once she went through the paperwork, the little girl would be free to continue the first grade in this new school.

"You'll like it here," said the principal. He was an old man with a wrinkly face and white mustache.

And of that, the little girl had no doubt! When she was shown to her new classroom, the teacher stopped everything to introduce the new student. As are all children of that age, they whispered amongst themselves secrets of curiosity as to who this newcomer was. Perhaps she came from a faraway land? Or perhaps she merely switched classrooms from another side of the school building?

"I used to live in a town way up there," the little girl explained to her new classmates. "Where it snowed lots and lots!"

"Then you don't have to worry about snow here," said the teacher. "It only snows here during Christmas time."

With introductions complete, the teacher assigned the little girl a seat in the middle of the classroom. If all were only as sweet and good as that morning, this tale would end right now. But there were some classmates that didn't believe the little girl. There were some classmates that were jealous of the little girl's popularity and attention. What's more, one of these classmates, another little girl with hair as golden as the morning sun, had the strangest feeling she had met this newcomer before.

So it was, that during recess, the golden-haired child approached the little girl. Perhaps if she took the time to speak with her, she'd remember where they had met before. After shooing away the other students surrounding the girl, the golden-haired child announced her reservations clearly.

"Are you sure you're from the north?" Asked the golden-haired girl.

"That's what mommy told me," replied the little girl. She herself wasn't exactly certain where she once called home.

"You're lying," accused the golden-haired child, pointing a finger at her. This caused other students around them to gasp, as pointing fingers was against the rules.

"Why do you say that?" Asked the little girl.

"Because you are! I know who you really are!" The golden-haired girl had finally remembered where she saw the little girl in the past.

Leaving the newcomer almost in tears on the playground, the golden-haired child ran back into the classroom. She asked the teacher to borrow the magazine she was reading, and took it outside to show the little girl. Inside the magazine was a picture of another girl, one that looked identical to the little girl!

"See? I knew you were lying," screamed the golden-haired child.

"But that's not me," said the little girl in her defense. "My eyes aren't that color."

Stunned by this proclamation, the golden-haired child took a closer look at the picture in the magazine. The girl there had eyes as blue as a ocean, while the little girl sitting in front of her had deep, dark brown eyes.

"So? You could have painted your eyes brown!" Claimed the golden-haired child.

"Mommy says you can't do that," said the little girl. Some of the other students began to nod, siding with the newcomer.

"Your mommy is a liar!" Spat back the golden-haired girl. This was the final straw, and now the little girl couldn't help but start to cry.

Upon hearing this, the teacher ran outside to see what was going on. When she came upon the little girl crying, she asked what was wrong. Against the rules, all other students in the area pointed at the golden-haired child, who stood frozen in place with the magazine in her hands. The teacher placed her hands on her hips, the stance that always struck fear in the hearts of children everywhere.

The golden-haired child explained, with tears in her eyes, that she just wanted the little girl to tell the truth. She pointed at the picture in the magazine, to which the teacher just sighed.

"If you had read first," she explained to the golden-haired child, "you'd have seen that this isn't the same girl."

The teacher pointed to the words printed next to the picture. There, clear as day, was the name of the girl in the picture. And the newcomer's name was not the same. Feeling terrible about making the new student cry, the golden-haired girl apologized.

"It's okay," replied the little girl. "Now we can be friends."

"Yes, let's be the best of friends!" Said the golden-haired girl.

So the two girls became friends. Best friends. Forever!

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