She felt it again, the relentless poking on her right should blade, but she refused to turn around and give her tormentor the satisfaction. Instead she leaned forward, putting her right elbow on the desk, check resting on her palm, body leading forward, directed toward the teacher, hoping that would be the end of it. No sooner had she let out a sigh of relief, when she heard the scraping of the desk behind her inching closer. She held her brealth, trying not to let her bully know that she is getting on her nerves. Mentally, she goes over her game plan, " Okay if she pokes me again I am going to turn around and tell her off!" The only problem was, it's her first day in an American school and she did not know a lick of English! She realized she had no choice but to use the universal language to communicate her exasperation! As soon as she felt the finger dig into her shoulder, she turned around, crossed her eyes, stuck out her tongue and scoot her desk away.