A Funeral for a Bee
When I was in third grade, a group of people I just happened to be hanging out with found a bee. A dead bee, to be exact. At that time, I usually did not hang out with a group for more than one or two…
When I was in third grade, a group of people I just happened to be hanging out with found a bee. A dead bee, to be exact. At that time, I usually did not hang out with a group for more than one or two…
I’ve joined Writing club through an invite from a friend. There, I met a group of people like me: creative, misunderstood… the socially awkward. There are about ten of us. I’m glad I joined–it is something to do on Mondays and Fridays. It helps me. …
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