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She Was Too Young...

She Was Too Young...

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Jocelyn Hampton. The most popular girl in school. Died 2011 November 11th. This is what happens when you bully a kid. And that was only 2 months ago... The school is still getting over the trauma. Lots of blame... suspension... just craziness. I personally am still getting used to the feeling with no Jocelyn. She was so happy all the time. But never mind that. I am Cadie Seer. Co-Captain of the cheer squad, semi-popular, mediocre in school. My life is boring without Jocelyn. With out her my life is as plain as can be. But enough about me let's hear my story before I tell it all...
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