On the first day of the sixth grade, I noticed one little girl called Amy on the school bus. “ Don’t 16 her,” warned Lauren, who sat beside me. “or they will make fun of you.” Amy had many 17 differences － lots of reasons for other kids to make fun of her. Her eyes weren’t straight. Her glasses were an inch thick. And she had really uneven teeth. Every day 18 we drove to and from school, kids would shout insults(侮辱) at Amy. “God，what a strange face! Stop 19 me!”“Mr. Rolland (the driver)! Amy took off her glasses, and now her eyes are frightening me. 20 her put them back on!” For a while I shouted my 21 of insults, just so I’d fit in. 22 , I didn’t want them to treat me the same way they treated Amy. But while I was insulting her, my heart 23 for the girl. I could see that the insults were making her look uglier, because she was so 24 and alone. Then I wanted to 25 her. I just didn’t know how to stop my schoolmates － 26 the night of our class roller-skating party. Our whole class was there, 27 Amy. Amy didn’t know how to skate, but I could see how much she wanted to have 28 like the rest of us. So I skated over to her and took her by the hand. 29 we began the journey together around the skating rink. She just smiled, and every once in a while she would laugh in excitement. On the school bus the next morning, there was much 30 about Amy and me skating together. But 31 insulted her or me. And they didn’t do that for the rest of the year. I 32 heard from Amy again after the school year. But I’ve always 33 that I changed her life for the better. She changed my 34 . After becoming her friend, I no longer tried to impress people by trying to 35 like them. I became myself.
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