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Version 2 (khoảng 600 words)
"No one's fingerprints are exactly the same as anyone else's". Like everyone else, my life is just simply me, unique and special. A girl grew up from endless stories with different nuances: a bit of sadness, a bit of happiness, with some spices of shocks and even frighten.
“I will study in class E, mom, not D”, I lay down and turned back on her, silently anticipating a respond. Just a respond but nothing from my mother! Nothing! Nothing at all! Vividly the image of me, a 10 year old girl crying quietly in the dark, is coming back in my memory with a thought “nothing or no one can ever repair it”.
I was transferred into class E-normal class in school, not the gifted. Being shocked and extremely depressing tight me up. I was in new class, didn’t know where to start, where to go. Another part of me kept screaming inside every day: “I don’t belong to here”.
Things, sometimes, are beyond my control. My old friends in old class, turned back, leaving me alone in empty. Wishing the order could be rearranged like it was in past, I avoided the fact at first. Then, even though I felt hurt and be abandoned, I accepted! It took much time for me to pretend in vain that nothing happened, have a new life and started creating new friends. Whispering to myself thousands of times “It is going to be fine!”
Everyday was the struggle for me. Being new at this class was trying enough, but trying to be an individual at new class was extremely inconceivable. I tried hard to ignore everything to gain notice and earned the respect of others. I wanted to start a new life. However, it usually ended up with countless whispers and laughs. Some showed their index fingers. Some sympathized me but the best job they could do was ridicule me.
They say that every road comes to an end but sometimes the end feel just like the beginning, even when you think you have come a long way. It’s true. When I thought that I would finish my last two years in this class with the hatred and isolation, there was a key opening the gates to let me dissolve in the friendship that I had lost. It was Hong. Simply saying gently “Come and sit next to me!” she pushed me out of my bias with the class gradually. Hong was the first one to talk and encouraged the class talk to me friendly. She also told me many stories about our friends to help me understand them deeply as well as myself. In break, I usually played chess with her. Frankly, I owed her a lot. She gave me a chance to be a part of this class. Appreciating this and didn’t want to lose it again, I tried hard to show my honesty and my love. I was generous to share with not only her but also the whole my collection of comic books that I loved most or help them with their assignments.
Gradually and naturally, I became a member of the class, felt freely to chat with my classmates. I have been proud to say “We were the one!”
And from that day up until now, the pieces of this memory have still grasped me. The girl today grows up enough to take this part for granted. It has forever strengthened my person.
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