Can We Start Over?

Can We Start Over?

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Hi, my name is Berry, well that's what people call me. My real name is Jane. My friends and I are just trying to survive this hell normal people call "High school". I want to barf even thinking about it. I have three close friends who help me survive. Ozzy, the only guy in our group, he is a dork, but he is our dork, sweetest guy you will meet. Bebe is the pretty one of the group, a little air head, I say that in the best way possible. Then the brains of the group jilly, don't let her height and chubby cheeks confuse you, she is a little ball of crazy, but in a smart, sarcastic way. This is our story of how we ran away from hell to get a small taste of heaven. Hope you enjoy the dramatic, sad, comedy called our life.
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For seventeen years, I was trapped in a boring life, the people I made contact with everyday are my parent, Julia and no one else, my aunt drops by occasionally. I want more than that boring life, I want to stop being home school, I want to know how life is by not living under the watchful eyes of my parent and I got it when I spent my last year in high school at Blake high school. It was crazy, I experienced a lot, I met the mighty P-12, Every happy Linda, Annoying Amy, mysterious Isabella, Joel and his bully crew, playful Zion, boyish and troublesome Mitchello, cunny Irantiola, sweethearted Bee and my heartrob leandro. I learnt something which I still held with me till today, the people you least expected to hurt you will hurt you most, you can never tell someone can hurt you until the person hurt you. I am glad I left home, I made some mistakes and I learnt my lesson, never judge someone you just met because you can never tell their story, how life has dealt with them, what makes them what they are presently, I have a lot to talk about in my story.

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