like a princess. I always expected people be nice to me. In school, when I had a question, I would

bridge, I felt like somebody was following us and it turned out to be a thief. He approached us and used a knife to ask for money. I left her and ran, and then hid. She knew where I was hiding and when the thief asked her, “ Where’s your friend? I saw her left and ran by herself, do you really still think she is a good friend?” I cried when I heard what the thief said. At last, she didn’t tell the thief where I was. Since then, I have changed gradually. I have learned how to treat people after that incident.
Ziping(Cecilia)Zheng
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