Dux1
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“…And this person is not afraid to argue with the teacher, and sometimes she is even right!”3
By this point the whole parade is calling out my name. They know it’s me. But… I mean… how can I be dux? It doesn’t make sense.4
“The dux for class 5T is Emily, please come up and accept your medal”5
They’re all clapping, but I feel like its fake… They hate me, they all do, always did.6
But so what. I worked hard all year for this. For once I can ignore them and be proud! This is my turn!7
I walk up to the stage standing tall for the first time at that school. I ignore the fake applause, and look for the real thing, from the younger children and the people that know me and do like me, even if they aren’t friends. 8
My turn to shine9
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We've got to rise up
And fly like eagles
Rise up through the sky
You've got to rise up
Over higher mountains
Rise up, rise up, rise up
Author notes
if this is in a contest, all my 'chapters' are also standalone. for a bit of an explanation go to memories - an introduction
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