"I'm Meana," The Freckled girl said.

"Naru." I say.

Why is she still staring at me? I'm uncomfortable. I don't like it when people stare at me. At least they don't see my monster, then they'll panic and continue staring at me. We we're talking on the patio. It was break or recess. I sat on the bleachers. She sat next to me. I was drawing. 

"Is this your first time at the school?"

"Yes..."

"How do you like it so far?" 

"It's good I guess."

"What are you drawing?"

I show my fearsome face. A face like a shadow. Blood drips from its mouth. Its eyes were sad. It wants to scream. She looks at it intrigued. 

"It's nice. Kinda spooky."

"Uh-huh."

I continue shading.

"Is Halloween your favorite holiday?"

"Thanksgiving. I'm also a foodie, not gonna lie."

"Do you like to cook?"

"Yeah."

"What do you like to cook?"

"Asian dishes?"

"Chinese?"

"I'm not Chinese."

"Then what?"

"Japanese, my parents are from Japan... My birth parents."

"Birth parents?"

"I'm a foster child." I admit.

My parents abandoned me. They left me with an American family. Been with them since I was 5. My monster shortly appeared after they left me been one of my only friends in the world. The bell soon rings. I had Biochemistry next then History and then Lunch.