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     So school has ended. I'm so glad that fire hole is over. For Pete's sake is it terrible there. No matter how hard I try, they're always these "clicks" or genres around here. You have the "hot blondes" who in my opinion aren't hot at all, the bad boys who really just wear ripped jeans and stair at nerdy girls, the artsy kids who always act over the top quirky and geek, the nerds who love books and like talking about quirky things, the dark misunderstood kids who pout all day about, I dunno, being the runt of their werewolf litter or something? Punk kids who like to randomly break into rock songs. You got the emos who have this weird chat room where they send each other MCR songs and S(He) be(lie)ve(d) type stuff. We got the theater kids and the gang kids...we don't talk about them. And me? I'm not part of any. I can't go a day without people telling me I'm to different for their groups. Not that I give a frick or anything. But no, my favorite reason why school is ending is because WE DON'T HAVE STUDENT TEACHER RELATIONSHIPS ANYMORE. By god they sound so illegal. But it's not like summer is any better. The new kid wave is coming and the malls will be flooded. I hope I can buy a shirt without some random weirdo saying "HeY YoU THEre!"

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