My Senior Year

My Senior Year

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This is a summary and review of a comedy film about a cheerleader who has an accident when doing a manuever during a presentation. She wakes up 20 years later, to discover a a new world and age, since she missed so much years. But the only thing the cheerleader wants is to be the queen of the graduation dance. The cheerleader, who is also the protagonist, also meets her friends from before she had the accident and went into the coma, so she reunites with them once again to catch up on everything she didn't live and experience.
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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

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