Rose Milk and Led Water

Rose Milk and Led Water

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Romance
I, Blair Fabian, have taken one of the most extreme and difficult tasks of all time this sophomore year. To survive. I know, seams like an easy task, right? Well not when you meet the love of your life and then you're so overtaken with the urge to get married right on the spot but you still have finals to do. Well, no one ever said high school would be the prime of your life so... wait, never mind. Everyone tells you that. But you still have to proceed with literal hell or else you might as well drop dead. Or at least thats what all biology teachers tell you. Read "Rose Milk and Led Water" to learn more about the hectic high school love life of Blair!
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It's summer - the end of my first year of college. And I am home again, more than a little worse for the wear. College hadn't gone how I had expected it to go. After two years of the grind to get in, I thought I would find the kind of magic I saw in American high school movies, which I had been denied of in school - late nights, parties, wild adventures with whacky best friends, romance.... everything one is told is supposed to happen in one's teenage years. After two years of watching my classmates grow up and enter this world, I thought it was my turn, now. I thought my college life would be like a coming-of-age movie. But in reality? It wouldn't make a good story, of any kind - not even a sad one. The only thing I found were shiftless friends, stifling academic pressure and heartbreak. So now I was home - a little bruised, a little broken. A few dreams in shards around my feet. Turns out, I needn't have worried. The summer that followed changed my life. The summer of - after a hectic, stressful year - nothing at all. Nothing, and yet - everything.

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