As soon, as she walked in I knew that our class isn’t for this girl. She was small and weak with big blue eyes, where was the place for the fear. She had a sincere smile, but nobody noticed that it was like a mirror of her soul. There was too loud in the classroom to hear what teacher was trying to say.

- Silence, - shouted Ms Parkens.

Rumble ended, but someone still couldn’t stop laughing.
-  I would like to introduce your new classmate - Samantha Johns. I hope you will be kind and hearty to her, - told Ms Parkens and showed Samantha to sit.

Samantha looked afraid and hurried to find some free place in that classroom. Suddenly somebody put to her kickstand and girl almost fell down. Everyone was laughing. Samantha even didn’t make any sound, but her eyes couldn’t hide her shame. Teacher could do nothing. Already three years she was trying to do her best to break the ice in our hearts and teach us how to love and respect each other, but all her work was unsuccessful. I saw how hard it was for her to see that circus and I knew what it feels like to be a clown, but I just couldn’t stop laughing. In that moment I was the part of the cruel herd. What a shame! But it is difficult to stand up and say something against all class. Samantha sat down next to me and I felt what strength was inside her. No, she wasn’t weak, as I thought at first; she was much stronger than every one of us. I felt that we needed to do something with ourselves, but how could I tell it?