Cherry Blossoms and a Nerd
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Complete Sun, Nov 13, 2016<5 mins
Fraioala Quana, people call me Fran. That is my name. I have Buck teeth, I wear big black nerdy glasses, plaid skirts, white buttoned T shirt, and black slippers.
I am basically the clown of the school. I dont mean to be sad all the time but bullies take over everything.
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