There he stood. Right above me. He started to talk but I just shushed him. He wondered why I think the way I do. He asked me "How old are you?" All I could say was "Please don't hurt me!" But then he said "You seem lovely." All I could think was "What did he say?" 'Cause to me, he sounded gay. Then I took another look at him. I saw luscious hair. Then I gave a big old glare. Then he said "Are you okay?" Then he gave me a hanky right away. I wondered why he acted so nice. I asked "may you take off your hood?" All he could say was "I guess I should." The white man takes it off and it's actually been a woman all this time. She said "Hi I'm." I paused her for a second. "What is your name?" All she said was "I am Samantha and I want to give you a new hope.
"What!?" I say, staring at her in confusion.
Then she helped me up... and my life truly started.
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