Lavender Nights

Lavender Nights

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Chloé Lavender Night wasnt your normal girl. She didn't love to party and stay out late. she wasn't popular or flirty. She didn't have many friends and was always home by nine o'clock. She dodnt wear lots of make up or make out with boys behind closed doors. She listened to her parents and didn't oush the limits. She was homeschooled instead of attending her local Highschool. Chloé was the quite type who stayed home at night and read books. She often went to bed early and woke up at eleven. She walked most places even though she had a car. She enjoyed the quite and was quite herself. She saw herself as any normal teenager. She spent most her her time at the local coffee shop on her laptop or reading a book in her favorite seat by the window. When boys walked by she didn't check them out and they didn't check her out. She veiwed herself as dull and shy. What happens when Chloé and several of her parents friends move to a new location and she has to attend a real highschool?
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Hell Hall

High School. A virtual hell to every pimple covered, greasy haired, knowledge loving kid who walks the halls of the institution. Only a very proud few manage to rise among the ranks to become "the cool kids," snagging the lucky fate of living the best years of their lives up through the twelfth grade. We'll just not tell them what happens after they graduate. In ten years, when the kid the football team swirlied is their boss, they'll realize that it probably would have been better to not be cool when they were teens. But that doesn't matter now. Why you ask? I'll tell you. My name is Bridge, which isn't short for Bridgette, if you were wondering. My parents were assholes when they were younger, I guess. It could have been worse; at least I'm not a piece of fruit or an airline. Unique names can kiss my little undead butt. Oh yeah, that. I'm also dead. No need to apologize—it's not your fault, unless you're the pile of crap who murdered me. If so, could you fill me in on what happened? I'd really like to know how my life ended. The last thing I remember is going out for a milkshake and then, poof! I was here. Where is here, you ask? If you ask any of the adults, it's Harrison's Preparatory Institution for the Gifted and Unknown. If you ask any of the students, it's Hell Hall. That's right, bitches; high school is now back in session.

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