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Cross Crossing Research Paper

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Our rides happened to be the last two buses to arrive in the lane. Those eager to go home had it best; their assigned buses were waiting for them as soon as they walked out those double doors. On the other hand, we had to wait for all the buses to pull off the lane until the final two would pull in. I was never really eager to go home. The wait gave me a goal, and the whole school year to do something about it. We sat in the same place every day. There were two railings outside, where these wide steps would be in between. When other kids constantly moved up and down those steps, I hoped it wasn't as obvious that I was looking. He sat a little higher on the railing, but it was on the other side. It was like a street I was never able to cross.

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