The Broken
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Last published Sun, Nov 16, 2014
There are many different kinds of people in Brentwood High School. Everyone is categorized, no one stands out, no one's different or unique. There's the jocks, the preppy, the emo, the goth...And then there's us. It's impossible for us to fit in, and to be categorized in any way. We are known as...The Broken.
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