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        "Addy, can you please present your project?" asked Mr. Lewis sitting behind his wooden desk. Mr. Lewis' eyes were locked on the large poster board I was carrying as I skirted my way down the row of desks, "Very interesting, Miz Chase."

        "It's Miss," I squeaked hanging the board to the white board. I could feel the awkward looks even if I wasn't facing my class, "It all starts..." I say pointing to a picture of me with two very large rats, "Here," I then moved my finger to a small man hole I fell in over the summer, "Now, let me tell you the story..."

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