My school days are good. When I was in 3rd grade, there was him. He was a bully to me. I don't know him name but I just remember what he did to me. It wasn't that bad but kind of. I remember one thing. He took off my shoe and threw it out the window. Then the other. I had to walk home in my socks, and those shoes were very cool and expensive. Also the only ones I had except for sketchers. So the next day I had to wear them. And boy did I get made fun of.
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Dear Daddy
Non-FictionMy life to my beloved father, he has been gone for 10 years witch is all my life. But I just wanted him to know what my life was about. His youngest daughter. Even though I will grow up, I will still be your little girl. I just want you to know my l...
