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♬ Breakaway
Age: 13
Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I prayed I could break away
Adelaide sat on her bed, just writing in her journal. Another day at school has passed. Another day of getting picked on. Another day closer to getting out of this place. She watched as a tear drop hit the paper. It was hard enough being a teenager, but throw in being an outcast as well and you can forget it.
She heard the doorbell ring. “ADELAIDE! Mr. Samson’s here!” Oh right. It was Tuesday. Magic learning day. At least she had that to look forward to. Magic always made her world brighter. If only she could do it everyday…
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