Hear Our Voices

Hear Our Voices

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Nov 1, 2020
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This world is a hierarch. Rich people to look up to. Popular kids in school, Teachers pets, and athletes, they are at the top of the food chain. But then there are the outcast. There are the people in the world that are looked down on. The nerds who get shoved into the lockers, goths, gamers, emos, and more including these five kids. Ashlie, Jon, Nick, Davis and Uni. They get bullied everyday in school. Uni for being childish, Davis for being smart, Nick for having a deep voice, Jon for having pale skin, and Ashlie, the only girl who hangs around other guys.
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