A long long time ago, my family and I drove to Tennessee from Chicago. As we were going to our house we had to drive up a cliff and I was afraid of heights at the time and we got higher so I was very nervous. We had got out the car where the house was I had almost cried and was holding on the the car walking slowly to the house. It was a funny experience because I had looked down and realized how far up we really were and I ran into the house.
In school one day I was sitting in class and all we heard in class was “Let go of her hair let go!” And we all ran outside and saw two girls fighting. One girl was standing up for her friend who recently moved to Florida but her friend got tired of the girl talking about her and the fighter’s friend was very shy so she stood up for her. And I felt proud of her because she wasn’t a bystander she was an upstander and even though it was a fight, it was for a purpose.
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