The Truth Behind My Lie
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Dana was 16 living what she thought to be her own version of hell. She was failing two of her classes. Hated one of her teachers AND had regular difficulty with the 9th step on the 3 flight of stairs...which she had a regular struggle, when at least once a week her footing went off and she would trip landing face first. Small giggles echoing from behind her. But though the giggles annoyed her, she digressed, moving forward leaving her mistakes in the past. She wasn't strong or intelligent just...strange, rather nerdy with a tomboy twist (as she put it) . Which as a youth was the main focus of her torment. This is a...rather tragic tail of Dana Macoy, for even though her body seemed un-infected by the snooty comments and teasing. What was really going on was far more than any of her friends or family could imagine...
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