Rage, Samuel Chincola [polar express read aloud .TXT] 📗

For people to truly understand who I am now, they have to first under stand who I was then. I was the party pooper, goody two shoes, quite girl. People didn't even know my name, at least, not most of the time. But what I know now, and knew then are vastly different ways I saw the world. What your about to read is the day I graduated my high school then, later on how I changed in college. This is my story.

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I could feel the excitement on the air, traveling in waves from every person that walked past me in the loud cramped hallways. Everyone was shuffling forward, towards the hot, stuffy gym. People took there places, waiting for the dreary speeches to be done with, so that they could finally be out of this hellhole of a school. They called names, people cheered, and then, Finally I heard my name.
"Hope Winterberry," The principles dull, mono-tone voice called. As I took the first steps toward freedom, there was a vastly different reaction from the crowd. Sure they cheered, but for who? They didn't know. You could tell by the way it was mostly polite clapping; save the few people I called family. I tugged at the robs uncomfortably scratchy material and finally made my way over.
"Congratulations, Miss Winterberry," Principle Pike politely said, he had a vaguely surprised look on his face. He most likely didn't know who I was. Almost no one did.
The rest of the day went by in a haze and by the end I was super tired. My family begged me to go out to dinner, but I declined the offer, claiming that I felt ill.

Publication Date: 11-02-2011

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Dedication:
For those people who need a voice, create one.