The truth

The truth

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See the fact is that no one truly knows who you are through school do they? They know the person they see in the hall, they know the rumours they hear about you from other people who yet again hardly know you. But they listen anyway hoping that anything that they are hearing is the truth so that they can wiggle into the life that is nothing to do with them. All through school the rumours grew, the bitchiness between 'she said this she said that' grew louder, the fall outs over boys and the fall outs over stupid silly things grew more and more pathetic and even things like having crushes on hot teachers grew to be another problem. They say that when you leave school you truly miss it and that you miss the people you once saw everyday, even the people you didn't really notice you saw. But I'm not too sure about this theory honestly. I think leaving school will be the best thing to do, especially now that this has come out..
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