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When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 1st Corinthians 13:11
It was nine o lock on a school night, and it was a couple days before Christmas, and I was going to receive my first progress report for the seventh grade in two days. The problem was I didn hand in all of my homework, and my teacher was giving me one day so that I may redeem myself from a failing progress report.
So given a second chance I took it, brought all my textbooks home, and had been doing catch up homework from four p.m. and by the time I turned around it was nine o lock and I still wasn done. It came to the point where I never thought I would be able to finish, and I being so grown in my own way of thinking I never thought to ask my mother or my step-father for help. Let alone to tell them the real reason me having all of my textbooks at home.
I was in the bed with my pajamas on, and along side me was every single book or......

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