To begin this story, it was the 2nd week of freshman year of Firestone High School . Kiara (my friend) and i had just left school, and were heading to her house to chill. We were walking down the sidewalk and everything seemed fine. As we walked we were talking about sports and how she liked softball until we stumbled across a little girl, crying at the corner of our street. I said to kiara, “ Do you see that or am i trippin’?”she replied, “ yeah and where did she come from? There isn’t any elementary schools out here out here”. We approached the little girl in calm manner so that she didn’t think we were going to hurt her. Kiara walks up and says,” what’s wrong?, are you ok?”. The girl continues to cry. “Maybe she’s scared” i said. Kiara then said “it’s ok, where is your mom and dad and where did you come from?”, the little girl replied,” i -i don’t know, i got off the bus but this- this is not my house”. As soon as she …show more content…
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