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As I sat in the car with my mom, aunt and brother , I wiped my sweaty palms off on my skirt. Ma and Pika had come to drop me and my brother off at school on our first day this year. It is my brother's old school and my new but old school. The whole idea is very mixed up- I'd studied in this school up until the beginning of third grade, when we were whisked away to England because of my father's job. When we came back, I had already been replaced, but my brother got a place in the school. I had to spend a year at another school before I did too, but at a cost. I no longer belong to the yellow house as I did before- now it is the blue. As the traffic moved along at snail speed, I glanced at my watch several times a minute. We were going to be late. I was going to be late on my first day of school. Talk about bad first impressions. I tried to push this thought out of my head by thinking about my friends. How many would I remember? More importantly, how many would remember m...