Emma Williams. Sounds like a name of a nerd. Sounds like a name of a dork who doesn't have friends. Sound like a name of a loner. Having that name seems like a curse to me. The old memories of primary school keep running through my head as I think of this name. The days where people would laugh at me. The days where the mean, popular girls would call me fat. I blamed my name for all these things. When I told my parents about this, They would say "It will all be over. Just be confident. Okay?". But it was never okay. Sometimes I wish I was alone.

I remember this. My 10th birthday was just around the corner and on that day I would be at school. My parents decided to celebrate my birthday at school. I knew it was a bad idea. I pleaded my parents to stop that but they said, "You'll make new friends, Emma. Don't worry." As if it's ever going to happen. My birthday came and when it was a free period, our teacher, Mrs Ackerman was gonna help us celebrate our birthday but the principal called her so we had to wait for her.

Then, the mean girls, Chelsea,Yvonne,Ginger and Louisiana approached me. "Looks like it's someone's birthday, huh?" said Chelsea "Where did you get that nasty cake? From the sewer?" They all laughed. I knew this was a bad idea but my parents wouldn't listen. " Since it's your birthday, let's turn your filthy, little cake into a piñata!" said Yvonne. The girls brought out a bat and smashed my birthday cake! The cake splashed everywhere as my classmates were cheering. Tears rolled down my cheeks as the cake splashed every where. Mrs Ackerman opened the door and said, "What is going on?" She saw me crying. She was about to ask me what was wrong. I took my bag and stormed out of the classroom, walking home with my dirty dress. I'll never forget that day.