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A little present from Isra.
Stacy. “Mom! Look at me!” I screamed when I got home, showing off what Kellan did to me at school and Yanni had to plead with him to spare me. I was furious, more than anything else because his hand left a mark on my neck. “Mom!” I screamed her name. She came down the stairs. “What’s going on? Why are you screaming that way, Stacy?” “Look at me, mom!” I raised my voice. She came to me and stared at my neck. “Who did this to you?” “Kellan almost killed me, mother. He almost did, because of Isra and you know what’s worse, Dad came over to school today and he picked Isra over me in front of everyone. He didn’t even listen to me talk, Mom everyone is against me!” I yelled and flung my bag aside. “Calm down Stacy.” She held my hand. “Take a deep breath and calm down. We’ll figur
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