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I followed her up to her room. When I went to her room she sitting in a corn or crying. She turned and looked at me. There was a scar on her face and a scratch on her arm. Her face was all red. I thought for a second and understood that she was physically bullied. I rubbed my head against her so that she would feel better. She was still crying, she didn't want to show her parents until her mom called her. She didn't want to go down. She knew she had too, she wiped her tears and wore a hoody. She came down hiding her face. I came after her. Her dad was reading a news paper and her mom was washing dishes. "Grace I got Belker some new treats, if you want you can teach him tricks"! said her mom. "Thanks"! Grace said with a very quiet voice. She took the bag and headed to the stairs. I tried to see her face. There were still little tears in her eyes. Why would people bully her? Just when she was about to go up, her dad called her name. "Grace come sit down I haven't seen you all day"! Just like what all parents would say. I knew that she didn't want to come so I was just thinking off what to do.

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