Finding my voice
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Last published Thu, Mar 28, 2013
Ivy used to be a lively child till third grade when she came home and discovered a terrible sight that she blamed herself for and she hasn't spoken since not even to her friend David. Not because she doesn't want to but because she can't. When her creative writing teacher Mr. Crenshaw assigns daily journals Ivy finds that her composition book is the only one she can tell. Can
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