Carol Ventocilla's Short Story

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Even though all of her friends switched schools or moved away, Carol Ventocilla continues to keep her head high. Carol is the same age as my sister, but a good friend to everyone regardless of how old they are. When I first met Carol she was eagerly entering third grade with a huge smile on her face. I was a fifth grade new to the school and I didn’t know anyone. She smiled at me and would have short conversations with me in the halls. My sister, who was in her class, and she became great friends almost immediately, and soon Carol Ventocilla was visiting our house weekly. As our friendship grew we would walk to the library after school together, hang out together, and play outside with each other. The downhill began when my sister, Liz, returned

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