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Dec 2016
She noticed him the first day he walked into her room
She quickly realized that he was different
He was more quiet than most students
She saw him writing in that worn down notebook
So she began asking about his writing
Slowly he opened up
He wrote beautiful little stories
She learned they were his escape from reality
He had a horrible home life, and barely a future to cling to
In every story she saw his secret; that he had hope
So she stretched out her fingers
And reached for his hand
Because she knew that the boy had a talent
That could be the key to his future
When she saw him walk in and sit down
She saw a door to an adventure
Just waiting to be unlocked
My teacher knows I write, and loves my writing. She challenged me to write something in a teachers p.o.v. and to maybe include the lines "grasping for their hand".  She has been trying to get me to enter to contests and try to do job shadowing.  So she really liked this piece so I decided to publish it for you guys.
nabi 나비
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nabi 나비  16/F/US
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