... I was the girl who always got picked last for teams. I was the girl who was always the last to finish laps. I was the girl who hardly tried to hit the ball during volleyball. One particular agonizing day my freshman year of high school, we were playing badminton. The class was split into ... the most immature boys in the class; the boys who thought they were good at everything. These were the boys whose purposes in life were to show off. They were the boys who thought they could impress the pretty, popular girls with their athletic ability. It was a wonder they ... shy to stick up for t...

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... during dodge ball. I was the guy who always got picked last for teams. I was the guy who was always the last to finish running laps at the beginning of class. I was the guy who hardly tried to hit the ball during volleyball. One particular sixth grade day, we were playing badminton in gym. The class was split into four groups. There were four ... of, although I was always too shy to stick up for them. The class was signaled to start playing. I sat with my back to the bleachers watching everybody play. I noticed that no one in the class could play very well, not even the tough guys in my...

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... during dodge ball. I was the guy who always got picked last for teams. I was the guy who was always the last to finish running laps at the beginning of class. I was the guy who hardly tried to hit the ball during volleyball. One particular sixth grade day, we were playing badminton in gym. The class was split into four groups. There were four ... of, although I was always too shy to stick up for them. The class was signaled to start playing. I sat with my back to the bleachers watching everybody play. I noticed that no one in the class could play very well, not even the tough guys in my...

• Word Count: 1101
• Approx Pages: 4
• Grade Level: High School