Totally, 100 Percent, Cliche

Totally, 100 Percent, Cliche

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"I walked through the double doors of hell and was instantly hit by a huge wave of testosterone from cocky guys, and the constant, meaningless jabber of high schoolers. I dodged and weaved my way through the insane mob past the main hall and the counselor's office, to the hall where my locker was. By force of habit I craned my neck this way and that, searching for Scott. And there he was of course, leaning up against his locker, sucking face with Scarlet the Harlot." This is High School. How many of us have felt that sinking feeling the second you walk through the doors? You're not the only one. Kloe's life is all but exciting or spontaneous. She may as well be living a teenage soap opera, that's how cliche it seems everyday. But what happens when all of that changes? Will she even be able to handle all the new things that seem to happen right out of the blue?
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