I was pretty proud of myself, I would be graduating with mostly A's and only two B's, it was pretty cool yet strange how school was almost over.
The last week was pretty useless really, we had an End of the Year feild trip, which should be okay.
Mike and I hadn't been in contact for a long time though which worried me. The girl and I had been messaging a lot however.
I had also exchanged numbers with my new band friends, we didn't text much though.
The record of back stabbings that year had been a new low of four, which was pretty great considering it was usually six plus.
I was hoping that nothing serious would happen, man was I wrong...
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Broken
Teen FictionHe's an outcast, the cliché target for bullies, and a broken family to help. He started off with enough problems, they said it would get better. It didn't and hasn't He learns that it's just going to be a painful roller-coaster, with little pleasure...
