One day, I had a substitute teacher, and she wouldn't let us eat in class. I was so hungry, and I didn't really hear her, so I had some crackers, and chewed slowly. She called me out, and yelled at me, and the entire class was watching as the tears rolled down my cheeks. I was having a rough day. It was a Monday, and I forgot my homework, and didn't study for a test.
I wish I told her it was a cough drop.
-Anonymous
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My Fight Book
RandomInspired by Rachel Platten's song, Fight Song, this book is a place where you can anonymously say the things that have been wrecking your brain. They could be secrets, things you've never said, ideas you have, things that bother you, anything that's...
