Two years ago, when Myra was in seventh grade, a fire broke out in one of the school's science labs and a rumor spread about a "baboon" in seventh grade, causing the school to be evacuated. A year later Myra's teacher offered her a place in the tutoring program. Myra accepted, but her tutoring was terminated after every student assigned to her refused to be tutored. Myra spent most of her time alone, not because she was shy, but she believed that everyone in Aberdeen was the same: insular, backward and racist. Aberdeen was a self-sufficient city, the nearest civilization was a 3 hour drive away and the only time its existence was acknowledged was through the occasional visit from a politician. Myra entered the school with her shoulders hunched and her head down, clutching her books. No matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to blend in with everyone else. Myra had a dark cocoa complexion; his eyes were mahogany brown and he had a small, fragile figure. She maneuvered through the crowd when an unknown force pushed the books from her hands. Bending down to pick it up another force pushed her against the lockers, scrunching up her face and clenching her fists she ignored him again. Just as he reached for his textbooks, another hand took them from him. “What do you think you're doing with my stuff?!” Myra barked. “Sorry, I was the only thing to help,” the voice replied. Myra looked up. She was about Myra's age and had a light olive complexion, blond hair that fell to her shoulders, and she smelled of jasmine flowers. "I was hoping you could help me, I'm new here and I don't really know where I need to go." go, I'm Abbey anyway” Grabbing the books from her hands, Myra frowned in confusion “Um, yes, of course I can help you… middle of the paper… nearby for Mira. Eventually Abbey found her in a dark corner, immersed in a novel. Myra noticed Abbey. “If you're here to tell me I don't belong here, I've already been told,” Myra said, pinching her forehead. Abbey shook her head, smiling. “No, I'm here to tell you that I want to be your friend and apologize for my actions yesterday. They were out of line and I'm sorry I believed those lies.” Myra narrowed her eyes, exhaling slowly. “I don't want your sympathy or your friendship, I'm fine alone, I always have been" Myra said avoiding eye contact. "After seeing what my father did to you I realized how insensitive I was, I want to help you and show everyone that being different is not it makes you inferior.” “Thank you, but if you're close to me I'll give you the same treatment” “That's why; we have to work together to overcome this prejudice and injustice”