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  • Once Upon a time sounds so old so how about I use this. Hello my name is
    Kiaunna and I started my first day of High School at a School known as Red Cloud Indian School. I expected High school to be like it is in the movies their a bunch of cliques and a bunch of bullies. I expected to be picked on all the time because I wasn’t like normal people that live on the reservation. Sure I could fake being exactly like one but I was far from it.
    High School was really easy and exciting if you asked me. It just
    Seemed that it when on forever and ever and ever, but as soon as its over your like “Whoa where did all that time go it felt so short.” I really didn’t want my year to be over anymore. Excited as I was things started to go down hill in my Freshmen year. My work started to slack off as I started doing worse than better then I was in school. It was all because of a boy I wanted to impress him and well my grades were the things that took the toll. Teachers tried to push me but I just wouldn’t listen all because of a dumb boy whos love didn’t last long.
    I did my best the rest of the school year and I was pretty happy
    With the results that I got but my Gpa was really bad still. Sophomore year was by far the best one yet. I remember one time we were going down to the sweat lodge to do some service hours and it was raining so we got this great idea to go down to the river and maybe go check out the cave. Well on our way back I slipped and fell in the much. It was so ugly but funny at the same time I just wanted to laugh so hard. I had to go around like that the rest of day.
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