High School

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I wasn't one of those rebel sorts of girls. My grades were the highest in the year, even better than people two years older than me. My dad would still nag me though, if I got an A+ he would still find something negative.

"Ninety nine? I need a hundred percent! Go to your room and study! I can't believe this!" He would shout as I got my papers back. It was times like those when I really thought about running away.

Everything in my life was always planned out. Every Monday I would walk to Gymnastics and then Run back, and have some ham salad for tea. Every Tuesday I would have dancing and a sandwich for tea, and so on. I read the newspaper and had never had sugar, my dad wouldn't allow it. I was a good girl, with old grades.

That was until I met them.

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