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Her name was Shelley. It was in Year 6 and she had only arrived to the school that year. Sitting in front of me in class, one row over to my left, she was wearing a blue jumper and had her hair tried back in a pony tail. It was a warm spring day and the teacher had asked us to write an essay. All the students had their heads down and were writing away hurriedly. Shelley was right handed and had her head down concentrating as well. I am left handed so while pretending to be working ...
Updated August 17th, 2011 at 06:35 AM by pj2105