At the time, I didn't know what to do. What would you do? Well, I ran. I ran upstairs to my mothers room, and I found a mysterious woman with a brief case. I remember being angry, and shouting at her. My mother looked at me, with a concerned, and worried look. "Don't worry." I didn't reply. I saw the woman pick up her brief case and leave. "Don't talk about this at school, am I clear?" I looked down. "Crystal clear."
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Stereotypical
FantasiaWhen you live in a world existing of only stereotypes, it's hard to stand out, harder than you think.
