Four years ago
Sammy looked out the window of the car, staring outside at the school that was in front of her, the many different kids that were piling inside the halls. Sammy looked down at her black dress pants with her white dress shirt, her hair tied up into a bun that her mother did for her before she was sent off. Her father putting the car into park as he spoke, “Alright, we’re here. Out آپ go.”
Sammy looked out at the school, feeling a bit nervous at the sight of it, turning to her father to ask, “Dad, are آپ sure-”
“Yes, I’m sure” He interrupted her, his finger drumming...
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