Saturday steppin’ into the club
Music makes me wanna tell the DJ “Turn It Up”
I feel the energy all around
And my body can’t stop moving to the sound
But I can tell that you’re watching me
And you're probably gonna write what anda didn’t see
Well I just need a little angkasa to breathe
Can anda please respect my privacy
Twelve-year-old Donna Jo Margaret Tanner — D.J. for short — was sitting at her meja in her sixth period Spanish class, feeling very angry that afternoon at van Atta Junior High. The reason why was the bully Colleen and her gang of girls; it was like they were the rulers...
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