Write an essay explaining the following: People often say, "Don't judge a book by its cover." Describe a time when you misjudged someone
based on his or her appearance or when someone misjudged you.
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This essay is about when I misjudged someone. So what happened exactly? I was in school one day and there was a new girl. I thought she was pretty nice so I went up to her and talked to her. She turned out to backstab me and tell all of my secrets to every months into our friendship. I misjudged someone by thinking they were nice when in reality they were a really mean person.

A time when i misjudged someone was when we got a new student.

Explanation: We had this new student come in and her name was sarah. When she came in she had the RBF look so i automatically assumed that she was a bad influence. When she came over to us at lunch i moved because i didnt want to get in anymore trouble than iw was already in. So at the end of the day she asked if she could walk with me i said No im in a rush. But i wasnt in a rush. She looked at me with her RBF face again and i just left.

  I got to school the ext day and she was in my seat and i asked her to move and she wouldnt move. I told the teacher and she said that she put her there. after that a couples months later we werent getting off on the same had so i asked her why was she like that. She told me because i grew up in a house where i am constantly being a disgrace tot eh family. They hit me ad beat me call me out of my name and everything. So when i  get to school i just want people to feel the pain that i feel. Thats y i was acting that way toward you. So from that point on i taught her to be nice and when stuff happened at home to call  me.

i may be wrong but i think your answer is flashback

it was surely an odd creature that one made up by reading the historians first and the poets afterwards a worm winged like an eagle; the spirit of life and elegance and charm,   in a kitchen chopping up suet. but these creatures, monst'r however entertaining to the imagination, hast no existence in fact. what one might doth to bringeth h'r to life wast to bethink poetically and prosaically at one and the same moment,   thus keeping in toucheth with fact—that the lady is mrs martin, ag'd thirty-six, did dress in blue, wearing a black coxcomb and brown shoeth; but not losing sight of fiction eith'r—that the lady is a vessel in which all s'rts of spirits and f'rces art coursing and flashing p'rpetually. the moment, howev'r, yond one tries this method with the elizabethan mistress, one brancheth of illumination fails; one is did hold up by the scarcity of facts.   one knoweth nothing detailed, nothing p'rfectly true and substantial about h'r.   hist'ry scarcely mentions h'r.   and i did turn to professeth'r trevelyan again to seeth what hist'ry meanteth to that gent.   i hath found by looking at his chapt'r headings yond t meanteth.