A Different Kind Of Love

A Different Kind Of Love

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Hayle High is your typical high school - you have your jocks over here, the preps right there, and the nerds WAY over in the corner by the dumpster right about there. The cheer squad is probably in the bathroom, the hipsters are at Starbucks, and the emos are undoubtedly reading depressing poetry behind the school somewhere. Hayle High is so mainstream that it puts movies to shame. Until one day - the middle of the school year, no less! - someone who is anything but typical arrives and shakes things up a bit. She is dark, mysterious, and dangerous. In that way, she has her own typicality. She turns the school upside down, and as she gets closer to some, she dreads dragging them down in the ball of fire that always seems to follow in her wake.
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Hell Hall

High School. A virtual hell to every pimple covered, greasy haired, knowledge loving kid who walks the halls of the institution. Only a very proud few manage to rise among the ranks to become "the cool kids," snagging the lucky fate of living the best years of their lives up through the twelfth grade. We'll just not tell them what happens after they graduate. In ten years, when the kid the football team swirlied is their boss, they'll realize that it probably would have been better to not be cool when they were teens. But that doesn't matter now. Why you ask? I'll tell you. My name is Bridge, which isn't short for Bridgette, if you were wondering. My parents were assholes when they were younger, I guess. It could have been worse; at least I'm not a piece of fruit or an airline. Unique names can kiss my little undead butt. Oh yeah, that. I'm also dead. No need to apologize—it's not your fault, unless you're the pile of crap who murdered me. If so, could you fill me in on what happened? I'd really like to know how my life ended. The last thing I remember is going out for a milkshake and then, poof! I was here. Where is here, you ask? If you ask any of the adults, it's Harrison's Preparatory Institution for the Gifted and Unknown. If you ask any of the students, it's Hell Hall. That's right, bitches; high school is now back in session.

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