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Is it crazy to believe in children's ghost stories? When you have witnessed what I have seen you start to question everything, anything. You question yourself, others and everything you encounter in your life at that moment. But as always I was thinking about Sarah, I found myself caught between love and the law. It was just a matter of time to decide what I wanted or what was right. And I knew It was going to be hard. 

Starting out for twelfth grade, senior year, in a school of 1453 and my life is completely repetitive. I wake up, go to school, come home and sleep. And I know I should not expected more as a teenager but I do, and I feel like there is no way out of this never ending circle. Or am I just having a break down because I have a load of math tests tomorrow. I don't know what it is but I feel like I talk to my friends about the same things everyday. Like how Josh only ever talks about computer games or how Rachel just obsess over a guy she will never get and how Hannah talks about herself, but then there is Randy who talks about something different everyday, even if it is all about space. And I look at other people in the cafeteria having complex talk about who knows and gossip being passed around and must-know information which will probably be made up. I wanted to be involved, I wanted to be somebody but it was hard to think as I had Randy shouting in my ear about some rock landing on Mars or something. I turned around to are small table to see my friends. My ridiculously boring friends. Yeah, Senior year was going to be fun.

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