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Well, nobody said High School was going to be easy... In fact, since when is school ever easy? It's not just the dragging hours of learning and countless homework assignments that gets everyone so stressed and depressed; but it's also the requires the responsibility of having friends making sure no to screw up those relationships. Friendship is good right? Of course, it's good, but people tend to forget that everyone is their own person. Sometimes things are harder for others at home. And sometimes there is drama in the friend group. Sometimes friendships leave one with a broken heart or offers a path to healing. So, what is High School like for teenagers? The better question is; how can teems individual lives, emotions, thoughts, and friendships, affect their High School experience? Welcome to Highschool. A blooming flower of love, friendship, and heartbreak, all starts with Lavender.
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A story, in which a typical teenage girl falls for the school's bad boy. Except, she's not that typical and he's not that much of a bad boy. *** "If I told you that I care about you, more than anyone in your life does, would you believe me?" He asked me, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious. Yet somehow, I wasn't scared of him. "No" I shook my head bravely. "If I told you,'' He tried again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.''That you make me so fucking mad, I want to punch a fucking wall. What would you say?" He had me trapped now, my back painfully colliding with the wall behind me. I gasped at the impact, looking up into his icy grey eyes. They were cold, emotionless. As always. "Do it!" I dared him with the last ounce of courage I had left in me. The sound of his fist smashing through the wall right next to my head, made my ears ring for a brief moment. I opened my mouth to speak again, shaking slightly, only for him to pull away and leave me standing there alone. ____ !!Warning!! This story contains strong language, mature scenes, alcohol and drug consumption, and sensitive topics like - eating disorders, bullying, mental health, etc. ___ HIGHEST RANKINGS: 1st in #ed, 1st in #badboysgirl, 8th in #victim, 9th in #rehabilitation, 13th in #youngadult

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