The letter

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Alice's P.O.V
Wendy, John, and I walked to school with Nana. We said our goodbyes and went to class. In our clasd we were finishing our sewing project. When the teacher came down our ille, and passed me, I stopped what I was doing, turned the page in my notebook, took my pencil and continued to draw a drawing of the boy I saw last night. He had wings, his hair was all over the place, and he loomed over my bed looking like he was going to attack me. I was just finishing the wings when I got caught. Every body turned to see me. I stayed after class for detention.

"If this is you in the bed, who is this?" The teacher said pointing to the boy.

A boy" I said at last. I sat in the empty room wail the teacher wrote a letter to father. Teacher gave the letter to the mail boy who gave me a bad look. I put my head down in shame. I felt humiliated.

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