Read the opening paragraph of Megan’s short story: I was eleven years old when I first realized that I was different from everyone else. As a girl growing up with only brothers, I could slug a baseball, hold my own in a rough-and-tumble game of tag football, and skate backward like my older brother. Sure, I played with dolls, too, and I really liked my dancing lessons. But most of all, I felt okay about me. Then something happened. I became the new kid in a new school; I became the kid nobody liked. And I didn’t know why.

Which of the following sentences is a conclusion that points back to the introduction of Megan’s story?

A. I left school without a backward glance, knowing I’d never have to go back. “Goodbye and good riddance” was all I could say.
B. By my last year of high school, things had started to turn around. But by then, I no longer cared. I knew where I was going and what I was going to be.
C. I learned that being an outsider isn’t necessarily all bad. I’m now stronger for it. I know and like who I am. I’m not sure my tormentors can say the same about themselves.
D. The air smelled like freedom on that last day of school. I emptied my locker, packed up my stuff, and sprinted off toward home on feet that barely touched the hot sidewalk.