The Senior Hit List
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  • Reads 22,041
  • Votes 936
  • Parts 26
  • Time 4h 22m
Ongoing, First published Jul 25, 2014
"Welcome to McChick Burger. May I take your order?"

You see the girl with the chicken on her head asking for your order? That's Sam. The person dressed in that big, stuffy chicken suit that greeted you at the door? That's me.

Meet Jamie and her best friend Sam-two girls entering their final year of high school. Senior year is a time to reflect on all the memories and good times you've had, but for Jamie and Sam they can't seem to remember anything memorable. Therefore, the two of them decide to take matters into their own hands and create their own memories. Together, they sit down and write the Senior Hit List-a list of every crazy, funny task they can think of. The goal is simple: complete as many tasks as possible before the end of the year. Sounds easy enough, right?

Join Jamie and Sam as they laugh, cry, and get down right wild while creating a senior year of epic proportions!
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How it Happened

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So, I'm kinda clumsy. I tripped when I walked across the stage to receive my high school diploma, knocked down a ladder that was supporting my dad, and sneezed into a wall. Yup, you read that right. I sneezed myself into a wall. So maybe I am a walking train-wreck trapped in a lanky twenty-two-year-old girl's body. At least my family loves me-tolerates me might be a better way of phrasing it-but even with my clumsiness I'm still able to get by with minimal craziness and just a whole lot of embarrassment. A whole lot. That is until the fateful September day I find myself chasing a chicken into a wedding cake. My sister's wedding cake. . . on her wedding day. . . in the middle of the reception. . . in front of two hundred other guests. I've got a new number one on my list of embarrassing moments, but this time I swear it wasn't my fault. I blame that chicken, my grandma, and the stupid bowtie she put on it, probably hoping to marry me off, so she can have the best man all to herself. Okay, fine, so maybe it was totally my fault, but. . . This is how it happened ©2018 ℓαℓαℓαℓαwriting