Well, just for starts, the title is not supposed to refer to 'high school musical'! Personally, I kinda despise those movies. Anyways, I just so happen to be pretty terrible at creating titles which is why its name is what it is at the moment.
This is a new work of mine, which I'm not sure how often I will be able to update. I've been extremely busy lately, and can only hope any readers that I have aren't being dreadfully disappointed by me.
So please comment. Voice your opinion of the writing, make your own personal connection, any random thing. I just love having proof someone has read it, and I love feedback even more!
But this is just a briefing, so sorry that it's incredibly short and probably rather lame. But what this story is going to be completely, entirely true. And based off my friends' and I's last trimester of eighth grade. It's been requested to be made into a story, just because of some serious irony. . . . . .
Don't forget to comment my lovelies!
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Synopsis:
Ah, the wonders of Middle School, Junior High; whatever you want to call the two years sandwiched between the oh-so carefree Elementary School and oh-so grown-up High School. Nearly everyone has began puberty, a.k.a. experienced the not-so-glorious glorious ache (unless you were that fortunate not to), maybe grown a few inches taller, and sadly, increased production of hormones.
Which leads us to the concept of crushes: (plural) the not very rational attraction a certain someone has with another someone. Which also seem to amount to dozens in number, during those two mentioned precious years of someone's life.
So what happens, when those oh-so innocent little feelings, pretty much, just do worse than 'no good'?
What happens when one just so happens to be unlucky, and the person you want, has been swapped for the person you hate?
What happens when the Middle School Musical has been manipulated and played with, and just plain god-awful karma has become its puppeteer?
