ESD: A Short Story

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A student who recently left ESD was always getting picked on. It wasn’t for nothing. He was crass and loud, a boor in every sense in the word. In public that is. In private he was at ease since he didn’t struggle to fit in since he was a part of it. I found this out when asked me over to his house in 5th grade. I wasn’t looking forward to it. Why should I have? As a matter of politeness, I went. However, I found it pleasant, enjoyable even. Back at school, though, he was back to his old self. However, I saw his other side, even if it was only a mere glimpse. I could see more. I remember when I was in fourth grade and everyone treated me like dirt. One time, I went to say hello and probably more things, but I don’t remember what. They ran away
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