Hello, my name is Rose, and I am eighteen. I'm about to tell you the story of my senior year of high school. As much as I would love to talk about the typical depiction of high school, you know, the one where the main character is an outcast and the bitchy cheerleader rules the school with her almost equally gorgeous but really dumb friends? And then in the end everyone turns on the cheerleader and the outcast becomes popular. Unfortunately, if that's the story you're looking for, you came to the wrong place. My story is a little different. I was going into my senior year of high school and I knew this year was going to be great. But boy was I wrong. Before I get into my story, let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Rose, as you've probably figured out already, and I'm eighteen. I have long, light brown hair and brown eyes. I live with my parents and right now we're pretty happy. My best friend's name is Matt and we've been friends since elementary school. He's average height with brown hair and blue eyes and he's eighteen as well. Well, enough about myself, let's get on with the story.
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Senior Year
Short StoryRose is just your typical teenager. She isn't widely popular like the blonde cheerleader you always see in the movies, you know, the mean bitch who tries to ruin everyone's lives? She is well liked by many and she has her own friends. This year is...
