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"This is it! Our freshman year of highschool." Schreeched Paloma my best friend since 2nd grade. " yea, I'm so excited." I said. My voice dripping with sarcasm.
Here's the thing. I wanted to focus on my academics this year. I mean freshmen year isn't really all that exciting and I wanted to keep my 4.0 GPA. So the fact that Paloma was so excited made my day a lot harder. I wanted to happy with her but I hated the idea of high school I wanted to move on with my life. I wanted to skip high-school. But trust me when I say your parents do not like that idea and you will probably end up getting a lecture like me. So I thought if I was going to go through high school I was going to rip through it like ripping off a band aid. As quickly and efficiently as possible.
The reason I'm not excited for highschool like Paloma is because I am not pretty. Really I am not the only people that have called me pretty are people like my mom and grandma and people like that. I mean I'm pretty average I'm 5'7, 180 lbs, and brown haired with a hint of copper when the sun hits it right. But that's it nothing really special about me.so that's why I was surprised when over the next few months the unbelievable events happened. Expecially to me.

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