I could start in many ways;  my name, my life, my age, where i currently, sit, or even stand. But im going to start in the past.

Seventeen years ago, i was eleven years old. Moving to the big new secondary school was terrifying. Infact terrifying was a mild word to use for how i indeed felt. But on that day i was not the only one. There was a small red head girl;  natrually pretty looking, freckles and beautiful green eyes, she was sitting in the corner of the giant roaring yard, legs crossed, head down, quite obviously scared. I aprouched her, she sensed my aprouch and looked up, fear was infact flowing from her, she was shaking and her eyes were watery.  I was scared myself of this place, but felt she was more scared, more upset about this new change in her life. So i offered a hand, out of the little bravery i had. And i was reliefed when she took it.  Had i made a new friend?

We hadnt spoke a single word, but we had made it across the yard to the main school doors, the entrance, the mouth of the school.  She pointed towards a door and i took her there, hand still in hand. She stopped outside the door and turned to face me.

"Thank you." The girl said. She was irish. A strong irish accent.

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