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A Good Christian Girl

When you’re little, everyone’s married. Especially when you’re little and you’re in church. The minister and his wife. The Sunday School teacher and her husband. No one over the age of 20 is single, and everyone over 25 is married. That’s just how it is. When you’re a teenager, you pair off with another teenager. And those couples stay together, grow up, and get married. I mean, what else would they do? Be alone? Not have kids? Not have someone to kiss and cuddle? No way. I was terrified of ending up alone, like old Betty down the street.

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A Pre-Teen Message – Beat It You Bully

Once upon a time

You and your kind

Lived underneath

Bridges had ridges as ribs that dropped down

Onto empty chests

As if an excavation were hired to remove

The part of you that gave you your purpose

You lived off our fears if you could

Taste what we fear

Your smiles were like barbed wires

Not to keep us out

But to keep us in

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A Real Rebellious Girl

I'm not a typical 11-year-old girl. I don't wear JoJo Bows, like the popular boy bands, wear the correct clothes and go to the right parties. Plus, considering what happens in this day and age, I AM really rebellious. Instead of going out concerts and playing tones of video games, I sit and write stories. 

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Ikke Dokko, Ikke Drengi - Not a girl, not a boy

Dokkerne hever handtasker og poittar

Drengarne hever knottar

Eg er ikke Dokko

Eg er ikke Drengi

Eg er Bånnj

Eg hev knotti i handtask min.

 

Those girls have handbags and teapots

Those boys have balls

I am not a girl

I am not a boy

I am a child

I have a ball in my handbag.

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Lara Mascara

Lara Mascara

the kitten

cutest of all

 

Some days she is sweet

some days she claws

 

We play with her every day

until we go on our i-pad

 and then she claws the couch

 

Rebel Lara likes

Gammon steak, fish and gravy

 

She hates

Whiskas cat food

Lara says no thanks

 

Lara says Muuuum

she's a very funny and unusual kitten

 

 

 

 

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My Own Rebel

I’ve never been the sporty type, never enjoyed most sports. There are many people like that as well but yet I still feel singled out, like I’m rebelling from society. There are certain standards for everyone for them to ‘fit in’, anyone that doesn’t follow these can be picked on, bullied. There is always a ‘cool gang’ anywhere you go. It may sound bad but it’s mainly true… more than half of them are mean and think it’s ok to call people out for ‘not fitting in’ or basically just being themselves.

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Rebel Dad

This is the story of my dad’s finest hour, when he got sick of playing football and staged a sit-down protest to stop football and play other sports.

It was a normal day in Queensferry High School back in 1980 and my dad was being normal. He was just normal, quiet and didn’t usually get in trouble. Then something changed.

It was time for class 3A to go to PE. They went to the changing rooms and as normal it stunk of sweaty socks. Chimpy the PE teacher, as the teens called him behind his back, told the boys to go the pitch.

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Rebel! Rebel!

My name is Logan

I am called William 

I was born in Salisbury

I was born in Carluke/Lanark

My rebel moment was when I danced in the middle of the class doing the worm with the teacher in the room then started dabbing. What was your punishment I was put on a white warning?  

It was the head master talking to my dad. My rebel moment was insulting the head master and walking out of school.

Robert, Jack and Allana are my friends who are rebels.

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Rebel! Rebel!

I am named Robyn

My name is Mrs Robertson

I grew up in Auchengray

I was born in Braehead farm near Forth

My main Teacher is Mrs Wright

My main Teacher was Mrs Brunefield

Our punishment is getting a Warning

My punishment was writing I want do this 100 times

I have not been grounded as well

I have never got grounded

Mine is getting on a red

The worst thing I have ever done in school is hiding a pen

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Rebel! Rebel!

 

My name is Mr Roberson.

I’m called Jack.

I was born at Forth.

Well I was born at Falla Farm it is beautiful.

I went to Auchengray Primary school.

Same but I still go.

I now live at Easter House Farm.

I now live at Calla Doone.

My best friend was Alec Dick.

My friends are Beau, Thomas, James, Logan, Allana, Robert, Annabel, Robyn and Gaby.

My main teacher was Miss Elder.

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