It was a boy named Jakub. Jakub was a small, little Bulgarian toddler who only spoke in Bulgarian for the first time at the orphanage. He had straight, brown hair and wore fancy attire every day.  He was a year younger than me, and Jakub came when I was around 7, so we chatted a lot about things when he understood English.

Jakub had dyslexia, but it wasn't as severe when he was older. Jakub sort of got English at around 6 and a half, so it wasn't that bad. He mixed up Bulgarian and English for around 7 years after he came to the U.S.A.

Jakub's life was also rocky, like Connor. His parents were at the train station, and then, gone. Left him there. Another worker at the orphanage by the name of Mr. Cheznick took him to the orphanage at around 6 years old. 

Anyways, enough of Jakub for now. What about school, you might ask? Well, school's been a rocky road for us children. I wasn't with Connor. Or Jakub, or anyone from the orphanage that was my age. We all went to a normal public school, where we were ridiculed on days like Mother's and Father's day. But I met a girl named Aliana. 

Aliana was a different girl who only spoke one language and had a speech impediment for the longest time. She was from a Pacific Island nation called Kiribati. She came to the U.S because of hardships in her home country. But, I still comforted her from learning Gilbertese and teaching her English every day for lunch. Aliana had short hair with bangs, had dark skin and a chubbier physique. She was often teased a lot for her impediment, her looks, social status and food when we were older, but I wanted every day to be special for her.

I learned that I loved history, especially about my Spanish heritage. I read and read for hours on end, and thought of reading as a gift in my life. Especially 6th-grade level novels when I was around 8. I loved math. Something of those numbers made sense. While Connor, Jakub, and Carl each had dyscalculia and math support classes, I accelerated in math and often helped Carl and Connor out the most (since they had the most severe dyscalculia and math grades), since they always asked for my help. 

Art was a passion of mine I loved the most. Especially since the art teacher, Mrs. Welkins, is really kind and loved my work. I loved how creative I could get and how each painting can each represent a feeling of mine. 

One last two immigrants that came when I was around 9 were a girl and a boy named Maria and Carlos. Maria was from Greece, while Carlos was from Mexico.

Let's start with Maria. Maria was a Greek person. I loved her personality too much. I am from Spain, which meant I sort of knew what to expect. She was so kind and like Aliana, I taught her English. In my opinion, I had a closer bond with Mia, since all 3 of us traded lunches with each other.  Aliana usually had pandanus with fish, rice, and tuna, I had a sandwich with cold cuts and Maria usually had spinach pies and cheese pies with steak and soup on the side. Also, Maria had messy brunette hair, had glasses, and wore tank tops all the time. She was also very lanky, always mistaken for a 7th grader but in 4th grade. 

Now, Carlos was the kid I could relate to the most. I could (and can) speak fluent Spanish back then (from my mother not speaking much English), so when he first came here, we hit it off. We were also the same age, so I had a good time with him. Carlos was also invited into my English learning club I made and he was the one that got the material the quickest, so I could introduce him to the rest of my 'siblings' in the orphanage. Carlos had dark skin, curly black hair and always wore Mexican branded things. We also had the same interests, so I invited him to my place all the time for drawing or just geeking out on certain things. He was also the closest person to the orphanage.