Everything was going good. We went to our room, and unpacked our clothes. Than came downstairs for lunch.
Days went on, and than school started. We were in 5th grade. We went to (HIGH PLAINS ELEMENTARY SCHOOL). It was a good school, good teachers, and everything like that. I had a teacher named Mr. Dewey. He was my favorite teacher, the nicest, funniest, happiest, and most charming teacher. He always dressed in a suit, and his head was shaved. Then there was the kids.
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Just A Girl In A Small Town
De Todotrue story on a complicated life of a young girl
