About: The Name of Diana Martinez, Part II

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"Are you okay?" she asked me. I rubbed my head; It hurt so much, making me want to cry. "No...my head hurts." I held my tears in. A look a worry entered her face. "Mrs. Galindo! May I take Diana to the nurse's office? She says she hurt her head!" the girl with black hair asked the teacher, who was practically standing there, frozen. Apparently none of her students had ever gotten hurt. "Yes, please take her," she told the girl in her thick Brazilian accent. The girl helped me up, and lead me out into the hallway. "I guess you know I'm Diana," I quietly told her, as we turned the corner.

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rdfs:comment	"Are you okay?" she asked me. I rubbed my head; It hurt so much, making me want to cry. "No...my head hurts." I held my tears in. A look a worry entered her face. "Mrs. Galindo! May I take Diana to the nurse's office? She says she hurt her head!" the girl with black hair asked the teacher, who was practically standing there, frozen. Apparently none of her students had ever gotten hurt. "Yes, please take her," she told the girl in her thick Brazilian accent. The girl helped me up, and lead me out into the hallway. "I guess you know I'm Diana," I quietly told her, as we turned the corner.
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abstract	"Are you okay?" she asked me. I rubbed my head; It hurt so much, making me want to cry. "No...my head hurts." I held my tears in. A look a worry entered her face. "Mrs. Galindo! May I take Diana to the nurse's office? She says she hurt her head!" the girl with black hair asked the teacher, who was practically standing there, frozen. Apparently none of her students had ever gotten hurt. "Yes, please take her," she told the girl in her thick Brazilian accent. The girl helped me up, and lead me out into the hallway. "I'm Mariadelyna, by the way," the girl added. I noticed for the first time a slight accent in her voice. European, maybe? "I'm from Spain." I knew it, ish. "I guess you know I'm Diana," I quietly told her, as we turned the corner. "Yeah, you don't talk much." She stated the obvious. "I don't talk much anymore," I told her. That was odd; why did I tell her that? "Really? It would've nice to have you talk a lot, you're very nice." She glanced at me. "Err, thanks." My head was throbbing horribly. We kept walking in silence until we reached the nurse's office. "Let me see your lovely head, sweetie," the nurse ordered me in a over-sugar-coated voice. "Ooh, it looks like you have a bruise, sweetie," she went to the refridgerator at the back of her office. She looked around at the posters, with were overly-shiny and very hard to read. She squinted at one that read "Always Wash Your Hands". Diana remembered all those times she hadn't washed her hands when she lived with her mother, and she never got sick, not once. "Lalalala! Mayzie DeAngelo is, a here!"

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