Every morning, the sun rises above the clouds. But on November 4th 2016, America did not stop to look at the beautiful sunrise. America ran through an unfamiliar house, furiously searching for the other pair to her sock. She slapped tacky lipstick on her face, and slung her purse over her shoulder. Her head was pounding, and she woke up more tired than when she had fallen asleep. As she made way to her car, she couldn’t help but notice the cold air rushing to her cheeks. This wasn’t usually how she dressed, she thought as she straightened her hair…

Gia Hill

Graduated senior class of 2020. In hopes to become a journalist, I've created a blog where I will contribute some of my thought processes during this pandemic.

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