My history teacher

MY HISTORY TEACHER I'm sitting in my history class, listening to Mr. Markusen droning on about events leading up to the Civil War. It's my first year here at the Clark School for Girls, a[…]

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Harry's hard g

qqqBekn sat alone in his bedroom. The walls were painted grey like his soul. It was dark outside. It was dark inside. It was dark. A single tear rolled down his face and hit the[…]

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Emma 02

I awoke by the sweet and velvety smell of baking. It was Christmas Eve and my mum was getting ready for the party that she and my dad were attending later in the evening. I[…]

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