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DON’T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER.

The saying ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ goes a very long way; I learnt my lesson the hard way. I happened to be a very judgmental teenager and I lost many friends that way. Even before speaking with or having any contact with an individual, I judged them based on what I saw on the outside. My friends, the ones who stuck with me, always told me that one of those days, I would be taught a valuable lesson; and boy they were correct. I remember the day as if it were yesterday. It was just a regular boring and sunny day in my neighbourhood and I was sitting on my front porch with some friends when I glimpsed at a shiny black Mercedes parking at the house next door. Not only was I judgmental, but I was as curious as could be. When the fancy car came to a stop, a girl came out the car. My eyes widened and a smirk came over my face. “Look at her, “I exclaimed to my friends. “ Who exactly does she think she is driving around in some fancy car?” “Laura, what have we told you about saying such things, don’t you know when to stop?” One of my friends cautioned. I paid no mind to what they were telling me. In my mind I was thinking judging the girl and I’ve never seen or spoken to her. I thought that she looked arrogant, rude and was one of those rich girls from town. Now that I’m remembering this situation, I cannot believe how stupid and foolish I was, judging that girl whose name I never knew. My friends got up and left me there since they claimed to not want to have anything to do with me at that point. That got me upset. Then, as they were leaving, I remember the girl trotting her tiny feet towards my porch with her long, black and silky hair bobbing along with her. She had this cheery smile on her face and that smile of hers literally showed all thirty-two teeth. I wondered why she was coming over by me with her gleeful spirit. I got up off my porch stairs, wanting to head for the door before she came, but my feet were not...
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