The Untold Story Of A Teenage Girl

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(For someone who cares. The untold story of a teenage girl.) I have never seen a more corrupt place than this. I have never seen the power of a community grow eminently. I have never seen a devotion for someone so compelling. But more importantly, I have never seen a battle worth fighting for until today. One always says to keep patience, yet some say do not wait for closure. It is amusing to perceive all the secrets behind a door, but not reveal them all at once. I thought I was brought into a family with no bleeding or betrayal, yet I stumbled into the rocks after I was stabbed. When I cut into the rocks, I hit harder than ever before. I sat in bewilderment of how the victim feels. Never forget one action can make a difference.
I never thought of the school as prison until they viewed
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My confidence and all my passion for one sport was taken away from me. Sages always say you will see a person’s true colors in time. This statement was very true in my book. I saw an old friend’s true self after she hurt the team. I had a great family who did nothing but support me in all my decisions. This did not matter anymore. This was a different time. There will be an end. You may think I have not suffered much or felt enough pain, but I experienced more than I should have. I am not perfection. I am only human. Humans can go through so much pain until they realize how to stop all the torture. I stood there thinking about the outcomes. The only way to sooth my soul is justice. I need to stop this discomfort that affects my life. It was time to face the fears I have been living the past month. Four months passed. It is bitter how timing works. God gained an angel and Coach received her job back. There is always a new chapter to an ending. This angel never gave up on her team or family. She gave up on herself. Now she is known as the girl who killed herself, because no one saw the suffering she had. Never forget one person’s actions can make a

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