Hiya, Kaylee here!
This short story is my english final and is still a work in progress. but that is not what this page is mainly about.
This page is a thank you page to all that have been there for me through the rough years of highschool thats have put weight on my shoulders. That weight has been lifted off because of those that have been there and have encouraged me to go on. You guys rock and I will never forget that!
Special thanks too: Crumbled Sanity, Suta, Bubonic Stars (Eve), my tutor Ms. Deweese, my art teacher Ms. Miller, my spanish teacher Ms. Dupont, my little brother William, my dog Daisy, grandma Lorraine, My aunt Liz, my aunt Roxy, my uncle Rick, and the few school friends I have, being: Faith, Raquel, Ally, Abby, Sarah, Preston, Trent, and Logan
Each and every single one of you have earned a place in my heart.
p.s. Some of these people I may not talk to often, but in some way they have shaped and formed my life and made me who I am now.
YOU ARE READING
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Historical FictionBarbara Jones, a 15 year old freshmen at Little Rock High School (Arkansas) in the 1950s. Down south, black people were not accepted and were treated poorly. Barbara on the other hand befriends a black boy named Arthur Anderson who sticks up for her...