HoneyNStrawberry
Rahman is this u??
rehmana04
rehmana04
rehmana04
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Cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltretes in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whtouit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wolhe. Azinamg huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs rpsoet it. Strange..isn't it?
rehmana04
Imagine a girl. About 12 years old. Small and innocent, walking down the hall at school. She's holding her books close to her as she scurries to her next class, praying they wouldn't see her. But, to her dismay, they spotted her from the crowd. They cornered her in the halls. She looked around for someone to help. The teachers giving her a look of sorrow. The principal looking the other way. She was cornered and out of luck. One of them knocked the books from her hand. Another knocked her to the floor. The other stomped on her glasses, breaking them into several pieces. That's the third pair this year. Her mother isn't going to be happy. A kick landed in her ribs. She cried out and begged them to stop. They only laughed. New bruises imprinted their way onto her skin. A group of people surrounded them. They cheered the boys on. After the tardy bell rang, everyone scattered to their classes leaving the girl, crying.
