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- Hi! I am August Pullman! I am 10 years old and I have a facial disorder. But except for that, I am just an ordinary kid I love playing Xbox, I am literally obsessed with star wars and outer space. I guess you can already see that because well my wall is space-themed. My favorite planet is pluto.
- Maybe ill go next year. This year would be better, Auggie, said Mom. Do you know why? Because you'll be going into fifth grade, and that's the first year of middle school—for everyone. You won't be the only new kid. I'll be the only kid who looks like me. Here in a few weeks when you are ready go to the school and meet Mr. Tushman mom said. Mr. Tushman??? He is the school principal Auggie.
- * a few weeks later* me and mom have arrived at Beecher Prep a few weeks before the start of school. There I saw Mr. Tushman standing at the entrance. He didn't look at all like what I pictured, though. I guess I thought he would have a huge butt, but he didn't. In fact, he was a pretty normal guy. Tall and thin. Old but not really old. He seemed nice. He shook Mom's hand when we got to the entrance.
- This is Mrs. Garcia, said Mr. Tushman, and the lady smiled at Mom and took off her glasses, and got up out of her chair. My mother shook her hand and said: "Isabel Pullman, nice to meet you. And this is August," Mr. Tushman said. Mom kind of stepped to the side a bit, so I would move forward. Then that thing happened that I've seen happen a million times before. When I looked up at her, Mrs. Garcia's eyes dropped for a second. It was so fast no one else would have noticed since the rest of her face stayed exactly the same. She was smiling a really shiny smile.
- We followed Mr. Tushman into a small room across from Mrs. Garcia's desk. He was talking as he closed the door to his office and sat down behind his big desk, though I wasn't really paying much attention to what he was saying. I was looking around at all the things on his desk. Cool stuff, like a globe that floated in the air and a Rubik's-typecube, made with little mirrors. I liked his office a lot. I liked that there were all these neat little drawings and paintings by students on the walls, framed like they were important. Mom sat down in a chair in front of Mr. Tushman's desk, and even though there was another chair right next to hers, I decided to stand beside her.
- Mrs. Garcia knocked on the door and said they're here Mr Tushman. Whos here I said. Thanks," said Mr. Tushman to Mrs. Garcia. "August, I thought it would be a good idea for you to meet some students who'll be in your homeroom this year. I figure they could take you around the school a bit, show you the lay of the land, so to speak. I don't want to meet anyone," I said to Mom I don't want to meet anyone," I said to Mom. Mr. Tushman was suddenly right in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. He leaned down and said very softly in my ear: "It'll be okay, August. These are nice kids, I promise.""You're going to be okay, Auggie," Mom whispered with all her might. Before she could say anything else, Mr. Tushman opened the door to his office.
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