The annual heist

The annual heist

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 14, 2015
"Be the poppy, in a field full of posey's." Every year, students from Qualdrem High, pretty much raid the school. It all started out as some fun, you know to let off some steam, get revenge on asshole teachers and to just destroy stuff. But that doesn't last long once Lila Pen gets involved. She is the definition of 'goody two shoes' in fact, I bet you they made that term distinctively just for her. She is invited to the annual heist, and let's just say it doesn't end well for anyone. After she ruins the heist she needs to prove herself worthy to her peers, that she is not just some 'goody two shoes' but a normal teenager. But the reality is, she is not a normal teenager, she is Lila. And sometimes the term 'normal' isn't always a good thing. Being a 'normal teenager' is having a bejillian boyfriends. A normal teenager parties until three in the morning. Being a normal teenager is overrated, why not try being an abnormal teenager? We'll see which one she chooses.
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