High school chaos
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Last published Fri, Mar 17, 2023
Warning - These stories contain swearing, weed, a bit of s p i c e, probably some alcohol, and I don't know what else
Oh yeah, caps. A lot of caps used. Probably some spelling errors and things not completely logical here and there.
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Ah, high school... Where it's said to be the best years of your life and a musical. Well, a lie that's said from those musicals. You probably know the ones.
Welcome to a world where high school is complete chaos. There'll always be at least a dash of chaos in every story.
This story follows Rhylynn, a junior in high school. She merely observes the chaos and sometimes indulgences it by being part of it. Then you have her younger step-sibling, Lilly, a sophomore in high school. They have been in the family for a few years and managed to become the favorite.
The mom works long shifts. She's usually exhausted since she has to work every night since the step-father died last year. Sometimes sleeping standing up. (Not super mentioned but she's there. Thought I would add the mom's description)
See how they interact with everyone. Learn about the characters. Imagine from the story of the chaotic things that happen.
What are you waiting for? Step into this High School Chaos
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