1 high school. 2 grades apart.
Megan Frair, a 7th grader, has a small group of friends, is in volleyball, soccer, and in yoga. She's insecure, shy, can be crazy, dare devil, try's to understand life, kind to others just don't make her mad, has decent grades, and she cuts. She has a crush on a 9th grader, but he doesn't know her one bit. She tries to act cool but that doesn't cut it.
Trayton Carlson, a 9th grader, is kinda popular, has tons of friends, is in football, and baseball. He's an outgoing, nice, listens to whatever the other person saids, has good grades, smiles, and believes in god. He's known as the player, he's been eyeing a girl but doesn't know her. He acts like he's shy but really isn't.
Memories (Will be going under extreme editing soon)
17 parts Complete Mature
17 parts
Complete
Mature
Welcome to high school... or more like, my personal hell.
Where I'll be judged on my appearance.
Where the drama will fill my head with anxiety.
Where I should be worrying about schoolwork, but I sorta won't.
Where I probably won't love the people around me.
Where my heart will be broken multiple times.
Where I will fail the big test I studied for all night.
Where I will spend most of my day wishing I was elsewhere.
Where I will make friends and enemies.
Where I will get into fights and learn painful lessons.
Where six valuable hours of my day will be wasted.
Where I will see a lot of people that I really don't want to see.
Yeah, and they say high school is the greatest four years of your life.
Well, guess again.
- Megan