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seems like you hate me.” And then I laughed a laugh that contained, probably, an inappropriate amount of awkwardness. I think, at that moment, was where I made my mistake. He glared at me with what I believe was venom and said I should stop making assumptions. Then the boy turned on his heels and quickly stomped away from my sight. The very first time I met with the boy, though, was nothing too special. We bumped into each other in the old bookstore that was plopped right next to Annie’s Smoothie Shop. With a near-immediate liking for each other, he sat me down on the dainty chair outside, one small bowl of acai goodness in each of our hands. He explained that he’d just moved to our little town of Omaha, Nebraska, and had seen me around our high school once or twice. We sat and talked about the most mediocre things imaginable, and, yet, for some reason, it was one of the best conversations I think I’ve ever had. Looking back at it, I’m pretty sure he only mentioned his name about twice, and, although we exchanged numbers at the time, getting a new phone a week later almost ensured our short-lived friendship. And now, as I stared at his beaten, bruised body on the

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2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...

2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...