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heavy double doors at the front of the school, I felt a new sensation blooming in my chest, pushing past the lingering remnants of fear. It wasn’t just relief. It was a deep, resonating pride. I was proud of her, yes, but for the first time in my life, I felt a spark of pride for myself. I hadn’t fought back with my fists, but I had endured. I hadn’t continue reading …
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