Thursday, September 11, 2014

"You know my name, not my story"


"You know my name, not my story." What does this mean? Yesterday, I saw a little girl, brown curly hair, big brown eyes that sparkle like the night sky. She came up to me, looked at me in the eye, smiled and said hi. The next day came and I saw this girl again but this time, she was different. She looked different, she wasn't smiling and had her head down. I didn't know what to say so I just said hi. Instantly I saw her black eye and bruises everywhere. She touched her eye and said "You know my name, not my story." 
I went home that night and thought what to do, what to do. I listened to her voice replaying in my head, saying "You know my name, not my story." I was just puzzled and asked myself, what happened to her? It was a Thursday, at school, I heard she wasn't in school by my friend and I was getting really nervous and wondering about her. Friday morning, in home room, my teacher announced that that girl died from leukemia Thursday at 4:00. "You know my name, not my story."

-Abbey

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