My HighSchool Dream
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(Come Back this 2014 year)So Imagine me A girl who is bullied from elementary school and so far now high school because of being I guess what they call a "Late Bloomer" and a "Smart ass"But at the last month of the my junior year I was so excited when I found out about the new High School they built called StoneWay High only a few miles away I hated Harst High(are old school before it burnt down) for my freshman,sophmore and junior year so I thought good for me. Also I had already heard that the most hottest guys would be there and the academics were I guess good... but any way I never thought that the most evil girls would end up in my face, the reason why of course was when I saw the statue saying the school was built by Marcus L. StoneWay Aka the father of the devil who was bringing all her friends who ruined my life starting at when I was 9 years old you would think that I would coward down and move to South Africa because I always ran and cried when she did things But now I think it's my time to shine even though a lot of things will become of me and happen before my High School dream happens but I think it's worth it for my last year in highschool don't you?
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