The Wounded Soul

The Wounded Soul

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Её жизнь никогда не было серой и скучной. Заботливые родители,верные друзья,отличные оценки... О чем можно мечтать? Но не что не длится вечно. Сказка закончилась и началась суровая реальность. Кофе с сигаретой на завтрак,выход в город чуть меньше чем два раза в неделю и развитие социопатии. Решив с бороться с депрессией дочери,отец отправляет её на другую строну континента в Baruch College,где учится новый кошмар девушки пьющей кофе по утрам.
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It’s funny how little things that happen in life can change everything about a person. How it changes their attitude, appearance, status in society, personality, and much more. I was your typical teenager, I hung out with all kinds of people, I loved making new friends, I didn't care about appearances or which group you were from. Then I started high school and everyone started changing, the cliques got worse and some of my friends had become too good for the rest of us. Life went on though no matter what there was a group of us that refused to let the politics of high school change us, but no matter what slowly each one of us fell into it all whether we realized it or not. Our group went from tons of people to a mere few. All that was left was those who didn't play in any sports, wasn't a genius, wasn't asked to join the more popular crowd, and who had no school spirit. You really found out who your true friends were through the transition of grade school to high school. I still got along with everyone although I only would hang out with my small group. Even we had let the politics of high school change us whether we realized it or not. We each had changed our outlook on life and our attitudes a little here and there but that could have just been considered as us growing up as well. I like to think that we were shaped by the harshness high school brought with it. Our group went through major changes our senior year not that we had expected it to happen or even wanted it to happen but it did changing our lives forever. It all started when two new guys were introduced to our school taking all of us for one hell of a ride.

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