The only thing i could think about when i was laying on the ground with my eyse closed was "will i be able to come out?' it started with imaginging i was laying on the beach with the sun on my face and skin but took a sudden turn when my mind couldnt shut off about my sad place, my sad place brought me to when i imagined i was in a basement in the cold and damp and the only poeple that visited me was the peopel who came to laugh at me as my misery gave them misery, on the count of three i suddenly came out of my sad place but was in tears. when going around the room my teacher asked if i got to my happy place and the only words i could get out through my throbbing throat was ' i couldnt come out"
The essay tells a story about race relations in harlem. (Apex)
C. would be the correct answer but this is probably late
I think this because of her courage to fight for girl’s education rights. She inspired many people to do so as well, making her one of the worlds famous women leaders. Despite getting shot in the head, she never stopped
