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Can't Judge a Book by its Cover There I was standing outside my new school waiting for the bell to ring. When it finally rang; I strolled up staircase and entered my new school for the first time. My mind was whirling with reflections of anxieties so much that I couldn’t think straight. Where are my classes? Will I make new friends? Are my professors nice? What about lunch? Do I have a lunch …

…uncouth earlier and asked to out for pizza after school. I said, “Great!” That day we enjoyed our pizza, from that moment on; we were best friends for life. When I was told I would be attending the new school, I was angry and apprehensive. I thought since it is in the “rich” part of town that all the students would be snotty, but I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover.