I am Sarah

I am Sarah

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Sarah Elizabeth Mueller. Yep, that's me. This is how I met one of the most important people in my world. It was a normal day at my normal highschool; Carlson Junior/Senior Highschool. Go Explorers! I know, cheesy and odd name for a school and it's mascot , but I made it home. I like sports, and I always have, but if I had to choose one, I would choose basketball; hands down. The sad thing is, I was never very good at sports and to make it worse I am left handed. In junior high, my coach just let me do my thing, but he always advised me to pass it, drive it, but never shoot it unless it was on a quick rebound. I moved from Jackson to Carlson my freshman year and I was determined to make it a good year; honestly, it didn't start out that way. I was bullied for my open mind and my need to voice my opinion about certain topics. Volleyball season was torture from the Upperclassmen, and even though I loved Basketball, I was afraid to even go to any practices. I promised I'd go one time. Just one. Then I saw Jess.
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