"Hey you shorty!" called out a thick and quite dumb boy. "Stop calling me shorty my name is Rye." whispered a short girl with golden blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a naturally beautiful physique. The thick boy named Toby mimicked her, "Stop it Toby, Stop it Toby. My life is miserable, so leave my first grade butt alone!" With that Toby lunged at Rye. She was expecting it. Rye sprinted to the side like a bullet and ran at least a mile from him until she stopped. "I wish I could fly, then all of my problems would be solved!" she mumbled to herself. Of course her whole family kept encouraging her to be brave But, she didn't feel brave. What Rye needed was to fly away from her melancholy and soar as proud as an eagle - just to be brave.
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