Princess
It was hard not to notice when I walked into Mrs. Conroe’s class on my first day of my third grade school year. It was hard not to notice the loud beeps and the low whispers of my fellow classmates. It was hard not to notice that there was not only a teacher in the classroom, but another adult; a nurse. But, what wasn’t hard to notice was the girl. The girl who had long, beautiful blonde hair and a headband that read, “princess”, that held her head in place. It wasn’t hard to notice the girl with the deep…