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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jun 19, 2017
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Black dude? Check. Girl with hijab? Check. Fat chick? Yep. Disabled kid? You betcha. Quota: a number or percentage, especially of people, constituting a required or targeted minimum. It all started with Ham. Principal Smith didn't know he had a quota to fill until Ham signed up. But in Ham's defence, he wasn't to know that just one sentence from him would send the principal on a desperate man-hunt for the 'ultimate friendship group' - a diverse, mismatched, good looking bunch that would look perfect for when the Inspector came sniffing. But when these kids are left alone on a retreat that would either make or break friendships, they come to know just how their contrasting backgrounds can collide. Can Principal Smith build the 'ultimate friendship group' in time, or will pushing together people from so many different worlds create something that he can't handle?
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LANA: I fell in love with the golden girl. She's the perfect student, the skilled captain of the volleyball team, and the girlfriend of the nicest players on the football team. She's my best friend, but ever since she kissed me as a dare at a party before freshman year, that's all I can think of. Senior year is here, and after last summer's shitty series of events, I don't deserve such a wonderful woman as her. CHARLOTTE: My best friend is the school player. She parties and drinks and sleeps around, she's a free spirit. Apparently I've got the perfect life, but why do I still think about that kiss with her? Why do I wish I could have that type of feelings for my own boyfriend? Why can't I stop thinking about her all the time? She's just my best friend though... right...?

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