Just Be Quiet.
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Last published Sat, May 7, 2016
I stand up in the middle of our A.P. history class and he shouts at me before I even have a chance to utter a word. " Just be quiet" he yells. Mrs. Howie laughs at the comment and tells me to sit down. I sit fown quietly. I feel my face burning red.
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