Description
We were a typical high school class: arrogant footballers (myself included), snooty cheerleaders, bullied nerds and a handful of nondescript average students. One of them was Anna. Average look, good grades, not many friends and never talking much. Nobody could even guess how much Anna actually had to say, how many thoughts she made and how strong her urge was to let the outside world be part of it. Not until that day. Not until the day Ms. Miller came to philosophy class with that black box. You want to know what was in the box? Letters. 14 letters from Anna. Anna, who died 2 weeks after the class found out about her leukemia. 14 letters in which Anna gradually opened my eyes. I'm Mark, by the way. Mark Dawson and here is how Anna's story changed my life.
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