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Cinderheart Narrative

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“Wow,” A girl was leaning over Cinderheart, who was sprawled on the ground. Her leg was slightly at a strange angle, and it was already swelling up a bit. The story was that Heathertail, Cinderheart’s arch nemesis since grade two, was on the opposite team. My team. Cinderheart was sprinting to the third base when Heathertail chucked the ball at her and did other stuff (great word) that was sure to get her suspended. Note to Self: Make sure that Heathertail is at least five feet away from you at all times. All times. “Are you okay?” I blurted. Lionheart jogged to the crime scene. “Heathertail, straight to the office.” He said in a stern voice. Heathertail rolled her eyes dramatically while Honeyfern escorted her there. Then, in a gentler tone, he asked. “Have you ever had an injury like this?”…show more content…
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