my sister
there was a girl called "Audrey junior" she walked with pride and joy, though she was only 7 when she got annoyed. no one learned her name nor did they learn to spell it correctly. Teachers asked how her sister was doing, not how she was doing. it stayed like that till she was 14. Now I'm 15 and they learned my name and how to spell it. now they ask how I am doing in school. but now I always wonder when they'll ask about my sister. now I always wonder when I'll see her once more.
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