By Danielle, 11
As night crept across the South American Plains I headed home after a long day of college. I was crying because of a boy. His name was Brian and he kept on calling me names because I was dyslexic. I was too afraid to tell anyone .But that night it would all change!
When I arrived home I scrambled upstairs. I ran to the curtains and as I yanked the curtains open I felt as if I was falling and I hit my head on the floor ...
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Danielle's end to the story
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