I remember when I was in grade one; I saw a girl across the room.
She had a mean look on her face.
I thought to myself that she was probably not a very nice person.
I stayed away from her, and played with the other children.
Then, we had to play a game, and the teacher said that she would pick partners for us.
The teacher picked the girl with the mean face as my partner.
I didn't think that the game would be much fun at all with a partner who seemed as mean as that girl.
I walked up to her and said hello.
The girl's face changed.
She smiled at me, and she began to talk to me.
Her mean face disappeared.
We had lots of fun playing the game.
We laughed a lot and enjoyed each other company.
That girl became my best friend.
Now when I look at her I see what is inside her.
Sometimes she doesn't smile, but I know what she is like.
She is a kind and funny person.
I have learned that you can't "judge a book by its cover.