When I first moved here, going to school was difficult. Kids were very mean to me. They teased me, stared at me and asked weird questions. They asked if I had hair under my hijab (they thought I was bald)! They asked me if I ate from the trash in Africa. They called me a rainbow because of all the bright colors I wore. But there was one girl. She was “assigned” to me to shadow when I first moved here. She taught me some English and how to figure out where to go and what to do. She was kind to me; she was a friend to me. And she made all the difference!