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Leila was a 12 year old Muslim girl excited for

her first day of school. She had just started 

wearing the hijab recently, and she was both

excited and shy to wear it to school for the first 

time.

"Now don't be too nervous, Leila. Remember 

this is your decision." her mother reminded her 

as Leila walked out the door.

 Leila smiled and kissed her mom quickly, 

hiding her nervous feelings. She picked up her 

new school bag and began the 

5 minute walk that would bring her to 

Ridgewood Public school.

As Leila walked, she felt the nervous excitement 

normal

to anyone who would be seeing their friends 

again after 

2 months. She had been in Egypt visiting her 

extended

family for most of the summer.

Soon Leila found herself close to the 

gates of her school. She 

saw children playing and talking to 

each other with first day excitement.

The sun shined brightly and Leila 

swallowed nervously. 

It seemed as if the pink scarf that 

seemed lovely at 

home had turned a bit too bright.

Suddenly she noticed how she stood out 

compared

to all of her friends. She noticed how different 

she looked in comparison

to all the smiling students in the yard. She 

thought of her family back in 

Egypt and desperately wished she was back 

where people looked like her.

But just when Leila thought she was 

too shy to step in, a girl poked her 

on the shoulder. She turned around to 

see a girl with dark curly hair 

looking

at her with concern. The girl had a 

dark complexion and a wide smile. 

"Is everything okay?" The girl asked. 

"I've noticed you were standing here 

for

a while. Did you forget your lunch?"

"No," Leila said quietly. "I was just thinking."

"Well wanna walk in together? I have first day 

jitters & your scarf

is a super cool colour. I wish I had thought of 

wearing such a nice

colour on the first day."

Leila smiled and stuck her hand out. 

"My name is Leila, what's yours?" she 

asked, her 

confidence increasing with every word. 

"Paige!" the girl replied. "I just 

moved here from Calgary."

As Paige chattered on about her flight 

and experience moving to Kingston, 

Leila smiled

to herself. Just when she thought she 

wouldn't fit in, her unique feature had 

drawn

her a new friend.

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