When I was a young girl, I attended the usual public school. In general there studied children from poor and peasant of average means families and they didn’t like rich kids. Once upon a time a new girl appeared in our school. Her name was Rachel. She was sent out from her private school for some serious misbehaviour and she supposed to study with us. Rachel was from a rich family and there was no one person who accepted her. She wore beautiful dress, her hair was shining and she was looked like fashion plate. She had Channel drop on her neck and all her clothes were from famous designers. Some people considered her snob – she wears design clothes and very proud of it, they thought. Others believed it was fake and they considered she showed off. Other words, they just were jealous. She was a white crow, no one talked with her. It happened that we attended the same class of history. And Mr. Garcia, our teacher, put us in pair and gave us a task, to make a report about the Spanish inquisition. So, that was how we got acquainted. As it found out, she was absolutely normal girl. She didn’t show off and she wasn’t snob. She was nice, intelligent and smart girl. I became her only friend in the school. We made home task together and helped each other in study stuff. Once she invited me to her house. It was a wonderful and big house. But the only that impressed me was her wardrobe. It was huge like my room and even bigger. I have never seen so much beautiful clothes at the same time even at a store. There were only design leans, skirts, dress and bags. True to say, Rachel didn’t care about clothes, it was her mother who was crazy about all this stuff. And Rachel presented couple of her stuff and a bag. I was on the top of the world. Unfortunately, I have never worn this stuff to school, but I was very proud of having it. It was seven years later, but these clothes are still in my wardrobe.
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