respect me for who am.

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  • Dedicated to emma paterson
                                    

Marie ran and ran as fast as she could.here in Australia the aborigines are treated cruelly.Marie ran as fast as her legs would take her.someone was bombing the village and she had to get away quick.her house was in town and her school was here in the village but not anymore.

the village had been evacuated she was the last one. as kept on running she heard a faint crying sound.is there someone still there?! she thought quickly. she turned around and a little aboriginal boy started walking towards her.

"me ajuda!" he screamed crying still

"sorry i speak English"

"ajudar me.We precisa sair daqui me ajudar!!" he screamed again this time pointing behind him.

i don't care what he is saying but i know it is something bad.i scoop him up into my arms and carry him with me........

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