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High School

He held my hand when I was down She took my hand to help me out They clapped for me when I got up She hugged me to make my day brighter I do not know these people and they do not know me Yet when I need it, they give me a hand I dropped my books he picked them up I was lost she showed the way I was feeling sick they stayed with me to see I was okay They say high school is hard In addition, no one looks your way They say life is rough Deal with it yourself your own way However, when I needed a hug, a hand, or a tiny clap The high scholars I do not know well, they had my back. This is everything that happened to me on my first week off school a tiny freshmen like me is lucky to be at GHS

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Skat A

Date: 7/21/2016 3:27:00 PM

Sierra, well penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT*

Robert Pettit

Date: 8/22/2013 9:58:00 AM

I remember those high school days from long ago. When I graduated, Richard Nixon was in the White House. All of your verbs with the exception of line six are conjugated in past tense. It would be a good idea to keep the consistency by converting that sixth line to: "Yet when I needed it, they gave me a hand."