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She was sitting there on the cold, hard bench outside of her school building. Her eyes filled, so swollen with tears. She trembled with sadness, balling that sounded of an alarm going on and on. She struggled to catch her breath, but it must have been like trying to ice skate on a lake not yet frozen. All she wanted to know was why on earth she had to have received that horrendous phone call? As she looked back at the main school doors she saw her best friend running straight to her. Her crying became less and more muffled as she tried to catch her breath to inform her friend what was going on.