A girl named Red
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A Girl Named Red
Part of chapter one
That day things changed. I stopped acting in the plays at school, I traded friends for books and wore the red hood almost every day. At school people started calling me Red, they made jokes about how I looked a lot like the girl in The Little Red Riding Hood. Most of my friends stopped talking to me, I didn't blame them.
People say that I changed for the worst. I think I changed for the better
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