Poor

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I'm Sara I'm 14. I have no friends. Not one. I'm a good girl, but yet no one wants to talk to me. I learned to tune others out... The way they tune me out.

I have black hair and brown eye. So does my mother and father. Suzan Williams and Tom Williams, those are my parents. We live in a small house in Spring Hill. My mother and father work their hardest to keep me in a house, with food, and keep me in school.

I love my family. In my mind I'm not poor, no one chooses to be poor, you just are. I'm not poor because I have every thing I need, love, family, and a house. But I didn't notice as a snap of a finger everything can change.

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