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Running Proud
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Ongoing, First published May 25, 2017
My name is Sara Johnson and my
life wasn't supposed to be like this. 

I was promised safety, a place to recover from the loss of my parents. Time to heal with the help of nature, fresh air and exercise.
 
It was a lie.

Sure, when I arrived off of the small yellow bus with a handful of other girls the place seemed peaceful and I felt like I could finally breath right again.

 I heard birds chirping in the crisp afternoon air and smiled at a few on top of some of the summer cabin roofs. 

A wide glistening lake with canoes, paddle boats and fishing poles set up next to the shore. 

It was everything Aunt June had promised it would be. 

Aunt June. 

My moms sister, that I didn't even know existed until after the 'accident' that took my parents from me, was the only family I had left now.
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