I was looking down the long hallway when something hit me in the head. The brown paper bag bounced to the floor and I bent down to pick it up careful to keep my skirt pulled down and my legs together. Behind me my friends were laughing. I gave them a confused smile and unrolled the top of the brown paper bag. It was filled with scraps of paper. This was middle school. Friendship was the only way to survive. I walked to social studies, my only classroom without windows. My desk was in Read more […]

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