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Through the halls, I walk. This school has been my home for three years now. I've got nowhere to go; at least not without being abused; sexually, verbal or physicaly. I'm a mess wherever I go, so that's why I'm never accepted at any house. The days transform into nights, and that's when my history teacher refuges me in her classroom. Miss Coleman always leaves some food for me, a book, and a blanket for me to sleep on. She's the person I considered my mother all these years. Miss Coleman- well, Jackie, can't have kids, so I'm the only child of hers; that's why she cares for me, because she wants a child.
