Alfred stood outside the door, unwilling to go into the classroom. It was the fifth school that he had gone to ever since he started, and he was only in the second grade. His mother was a single mother, and she worked anywhere that she could find a job. Alfred's father died when he was only a year old from a sickness, so he never did know the man. All he knew was that he was named after him, being the third Alfred Lawerence to be exact, but the little boy hated his name. He called himself Alfie around friends, and his mother did occasionally as well. "Alfred, it's okay. These little boys and girls won't hurt you," the lady taking him to his classroom said. "It's Alfie," he replied meekly, and even though he didn't want it to, the door was opened; he was pushed into the room without another word. "Class, this is our new student, Alred Lawerence. Why don't you tell us about yourself?" the teacher said with a warm smile, but Alfie shook his head shyly, looking toward the ground. "Alright, that's fine. Go take a seat right over there by Naomi and Dominic," she said, pointing to one of the round tables.
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