My American story started when My American story started on my first day of school. When I first came to my school, I didn't know anybody. I did not know anything. I worked hard. It was very hard to do my homework because I was a new student. When I first came to class, I didn't understand anything that the teacher talked about. Then the teacher introduced a new friend to help me. It was a boy in class. The teacher chose him because he spoke Karen. She asked him to translate in Karen for me and helped me go to class. He also helped me go to the cafeteria. We ate together and he helped me know new friends. He was a quiet student, but he helped me a lot in middle school. I want to say thank you to him, but I don’t time to say. I haven't seen him again. My American story is now better.