The girl at the front of the class

There’s a new girl in my class. She has eyes as wide and as golden as a tiger’s, a face as pale as a glass of milk, and hair as shiny as a mirror. I’d like to be her friend. But she never wants to play with me in the playground or makes sandcastles in the sandpit. The cleverest people I know say that the new girl is sad because she had to leave her home, her family, her school, her toys, her books and all her friends too. But I’ve got a plan! There’s something I can do to make her feel better when she’s missing everything she’s left behind.