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Haily Carter lie on her bed exhausted for no reason at all. The summer was almost over, and she didn’t have much to show for it. She barley hung out with her friends because she was always tired, which she couldn’t explain because she got plenty of sleep. Haily looked at herself in the mirror disgusted. She didn’t even like to wear shorts or tank tops anymore because she has so many bruises. She looked at them puzzled and traced them with her fingertips. Where did these all come from? She questioned to herself. It seemed like every day she had a new bruise that just seemed to appear.

 

Throw Back Thursday!

This is the opening paragraph to the first story that I began writing. I believe I started it somewhere between seventh and eighth grade.

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