I am Bellatrix, but please call me Bella. I am sitting in the car, getting farther and farther away from the place I am familiar with, feeling helpless and reluctant in my heart. This is not the first time I have experienced such a parting. Two years ago, I came to America from England. I thought I could adapt, but I was ridiculed by my classmates. Just because I have a British accent and a unique name, they always compare me with the evil witch in "Harry Potter", which makes me miserable.
After finally persuading my parents to return to England and live with Aunt Evie, when everything was on the right track, my parents asked me to come back to America for my senior year of high school. Mom said she was ill, but I overheard that she actually hoped the whole family could be together. But I was really afraid of being bullied again. In America, I always felt that I didn't fit in, but I could only bite the bullet and come back, telling myself that I only needed to get through this year.
After arriving in America, my family greeted me warmly, but I knew clearly that a huge challenge awaited me. The next day at school, my nervousness reached its peak. When I walked into the AP English classroom, because the map was wrong, I was late. Facing the strange eyes of the teacher and classmates, I was extremely embarrassed. During the self-introduction, my accent and name immediately attracted everyone's attention. At this moment, a boy - Connor appeared. He not only insulted me rudely but also picked me up from my seat and threw me on the ground. At that moment, I was both shocked and angry, but I didn't back down and firmly defended my dignity. After class, while I was looking for my locker, I met Jessica. She was warm and friendly, had the same class schedule as me, and also reminded me to stay away from Connor, saying that he was very dangerous.
In the AP U.S. History class, I encountered another embarrassment. Liam beside me made inappropriate comments about my clothes, and then I realized that the neckline of my romper was too low. However, this class itself was very interesting, and Mrs. O'Connell, the teacher, was also very wonderful. After the Spanish class, Connor appeared again. He was verbally abusive and threatened me. Although I was very scared, I decided that I would not let him succeed easily.
In the gym class, Connor deliberately tripped me, which caused me to get injured and faint. Harry carried me to the infirmary. At lunch, I sat with Jessica and other friendly girls. They also reminded me to be careful of Connor. Although the first day of school life was full of twists and difficulties, I had a firm belief in my heart. I would no longer be as cowardly as before. I would bravely face all of this and let those who bullied me know that I was not easy to mess with. This year may be long and difficult, but I am ready to face the challenge and fight for my dignity and future.
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