Laura

I kept her secret. I kept silent - I should have spoken up.
I used to wonder why she called me Danny; she told me it was for short. I used to
think to myself 'Danny, well that takes just as long to say as my normal name.' But
nothing Laura did made a lot of sense. The little tomboy with tangled blonde hair and
hand-me-down clothes from her cousins was different from other girls. All the other
girls laughed at me when my bag went missing and I had to take my sister's girlie,
pink bag to school. Not Laura she simply smiled and said "Lets swap bags; I hate my
ugly brown one anyway."
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