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Silhouetted Girl

     I stood touching 6'7 on that height chart. I literally towered over everyone. I wish I was shorter...
     My best friend Mikey Reed stood off to the side listening to everyone commenting about me. He was the kindest friend a girl like me could ever have. I knew one day he will stand up to his (or my) bullies.
     Back on the height topic... I was the skyscraper to everyone in the room. Jeez! I wonder why?!
     Insults, I just live through it, just then my P.E. teacher said,"Dream, Dream Shadows?"
     "That's me," I approached him.
     "Interesting name," his cold eyes stared into my soul,"What is your height?"
     "6'7, Mr. Prunswick, sir."
     I hate having to say sir or ma'am at this school. Its retarded.
     He then looked at me with no emotion,"Thank you and welcome to Frieghtfield Academy."
     It seemed like he has said it trillions of times. He must really be old, like the age of decomposed dust. And he definitely hasn't bathed in a while, he smells like death with a new LIVELY cologne on.
     Somehow I was able to slip out of the gym. I glided to my locker upstairs, then opened it. My locker was basically graffiti heaven, so I added some more color to its somewhat bland design.
     After my own touch of Sharpie, the bell rung, and mere seconds later the hallway sprung to life.

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