Short Story
first expereinces always stays in mind:It was about three years ago when my family and me moved to Canada. My older sister went to Brock University to study one day after we arrived to Canada. She seemed happy. Two weeks after, my younger sister went to school. The only person left at home was me. Life was not boring at all. I was enjoying life and trying to get to know more about Canada. My aunt is a teacher. She usually has her mean words and speeches. Once she asked me to read an advertisement on the magazine and she asked me to translate it. Later on, I found out that she was pulling my leg and the advertisement was a French article and since the Alphabets are the same, I was unable to recognize one from the other. Days passed by until I finally got to my turn to get registered at school. The school was huge. I still remember my old school before I came here. It had 150 students only and just so many classes. The principle took me for a tour around the school. It was the first school in Canada I ever step in. It looked nice, smelled nice! But it was different, Some how weird, but some how nice. I was wondering what was exactly going on my mind. Next day was the first day of school. I woke up early in the morning. It was ra
As soon as anyone sees me approaching he/she would roll up the window. I waited for twenty minutes but nobody showed up. I was hoping I might be able to use their phone or at least use my phone card. It seemed like a big surprise for them when I showed up. I said to myself, "What is wrong with these people, God help me here. I started walking around the school, I said to myself, "I wish I was back in my country, what am I supposed to do now? What is wrong with these people?" Watching girls walking around with really short skirts and short tight shirts on one side and seeing guys with all those big baggy pants half way up was weird but acceptable. I told my aunt that the police officer wants to talk to her. In the last period I was doing the count down to the end of the period. I was wishing that I could finish school and go home. After two days talking, I went back to school again and all my sport activities and competition made me wanted there. " There were more than 15 buses waiting outside. I got in the bus but there was no seat for me.
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