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Facing The Music - A Story of Friendship, Growth, and Redemption 3
Facing The Music - A Story of Friendship, Growth, and Redemption 3
It was the first day of our freshman year at Truman High. I sat
Algebra 1 is no joke."
Soon she was staying late for math club while I struggled just to
pass.
Tension arose between us when she offered tutoring once more
have easy success like them? Anger surfaced—it wasn't fair she
marred by C's and D's. Late night study sessions devolved into
shouting matches. If you would just apply yourself, my dad
would grit out through clenched teeth. But how could I make
nub?
to witness.
easy for me? I work my ass off for these grades while you throw
your life away partying! At least I'm trying instead of wallowing
in self-pity.
mighty tone. You have no idea what it's like! I screamed louder,
knuckles whitening. Everything I do is wrong and it's all your
stunned silence, face pale under her makeup. Then she turned
on her heel and fled into the night, leaving me shaking amidst
onlookers' whispers.
and over. Our severed tie represented the last thread anchoring
me here; without purpose or home, the future stretched before
me endlessly desolate.
Bursting from the room, I ran. Past teachers' calls and open
doors, down stairwells three steps at a time, escaping to the
finally released from deep within my aching core. All was lost -
taken light.
I began by mustering the will to drag myself to classes everyday
at prom. You were right - I was angry but took it out on you.
None of this was your fault.
fully restored. Though the road had been long and winding, we
had made it - and the person I had become was someone I could
be proud of.,
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