Stone Soup

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Penolope Fiddlesticks, 8/14/2020

Many people have this fear about being the new student in the class, but this girl walked with her head held up high. Her name was Penolope Fiddlesticks, a strange girl if you ask me. She always wore the craziest clothes everyday. Today she wore a shocking pink shirt with lime green polka dots, and big, baggy, blue pants with red stripes. Whenever she was happy she would say, “Hallelujah,” in the weirdest way possible. Her hair was always in a loose ponytail, and she always wore a headband with feathers of all colors sticking out. Her earrings were long and red while her shoes were black sneakers. All the kids steered clear of her because of her abnormal personality, but in my opinion, she was just like any other kid. She would play at recess, ride her bike (which was super colorful), read, ride the bus, and play on Roblox. Maybe she looked different, but she wasn’t abnormal.