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8th Amendment

By Jonna Ivin


8th Amendment

Copyright Jonna Ivin 2012

Published at Smashwords


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This book is dedicated to my mother

Sandra K. Paulus-Quinn



Prologue


A bell rang inside the small brick schoolhouse. The empty halls soon filled with the laughter and chatter of children. One little girl, eight-year-old Sarah LaPonte walked down the crowded hall with her best friend Maggie. Sarah, with her curly blond hair and big brown eyes, was half the size of Maggie. She was delicate and small boned, often mistaken by strangers to be younger than she was. Sarah hated it when adults spoke to her with baby voices asking her how old she was as if they expected her to hold up fingers to count her age. Just because she was small that didn’t make her a baby.

The two girls talked excitedly about their plans for a sleepover at Sarah’s house for the coming weekend. “My mom said we can make cupcakes when you come over,” Sarah said.

Maggie’s eyes grew wide as she answered, “Can they be chocolate?” Both girls knew making cupcakes was a special treat because when they were finished the kitchen usually looked like a bomb had gone off. After the last time, Sarah’s mom was found swearing under her breath, “never again,” as she tried to mop frosting off the ceiling.

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