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First Day

Hello my lovely's,

I know I'm a little late and that it's not really the first day of school right now, more like #4. That's besides the point, all days are the same here at Brook field. The schedules are the same everyday, the nasty teenagers in the hallways are always snotty and of course running through the hallway same as I. For a moment I'd like to step back from the shitty reality of high school and recognize how everyone in it falls into three majestic groups. First off, you have your over achievers, you know, the ones who cry if they get lower than a 98% on anything, and even that isn't good enough for them. Next, we have our middle class students, which I would fall under, the ones who get anywhere from A-C averages, which is enough. For Gods sake a C is still passing people! Finally, we come to total loss causes, the ones who miss half the school year and are on restriction for their tardiness. As well as the fact that their failing and don't give a shit. Most of them are on drugs and say their home schooled while taking in more smoke than a polluting factory puts out. I mean come on is school really that bad? We cry and cry because no one understands us and then BAM, somehow, somewhere along the way we finally decide to move on with life. I mean I'm talking from a Junior in high school perspective, Yes lovely's, it's almost my last year in high school. No, I don't have a plan, and yes, my bank account is sitting at $400. What the hell am I going to do? I'm not sure yet, I always thought I'd be a writer, one that was published by now, but as you all can see I'm obviously not. Not that I don't enjoy writing to you all, I do, I just thought life would be more amazing than this. Writing on a famous yet unnoticed website with a bunch of other hopeful writers, praying for the day when I might get published. I mean that's what all of u are waiting for isn't it, to be published and start living our lives outside of being a broke teenager who relys on mommy and daddy's money. I'm not sure what to do about the being unpublished thing but I have to write, I just have to, I can't not write. It's not normal, not for me, you all understand I'm sure. Being locked in ones own mind is like being a wild animal locked in a cage, critical.

P.S. It's late so I'll write more tomorrow, Sweet dreams my lovely's, XOXO.

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