Iwas 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 the last year of high school things had started to turned 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 stranger 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 of toward home on feet that barely touched the hot sidewalk