Dakota's Guide to making it out alive: High School

Dakota's Guide to making it out alive: High School

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Dear High Schooler. Welcome to my guide for making it out alive: High School. It's easy to grow up. Im totally kidding. It's fucking hard. At a time when our minds crave fun and happiness, we are forced to stare at books and screens until our eyes bleed. Boys are still jerks, girls are bitchy-er than ever and parents are tossing between keeping you a kid or letting you grow up. And yeah sure, Im 17. But i've been through a lot. Friends change, prioritises become more evolved and suddenly the people you played Barbie's with, just don't get you anymore. So i wanna share my story, of triumph, of truth. I managed to fight off the bullies, backstabbers, liars and heartbreakers. Finished my exams with great grades and recommendations. Planned for my many years after high school, and made friends for life. So if you want to come on this journey with me to find out how i did it. Keep reading. Love Dakota.
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I'm gonna get him killed. Someday. Somehow. I'm gonna get him killed. And the worst part? He knows I will. "Turn this into a fucking game, I'm begging you to make a bet out of it, just to see how long you'll last trying to change it before you realize not only you, but no one can. Genie gives you three wishes? Not enough. Every single memory taken out of my brain? Still only got one reality. A gun to my head....? You'll know my last words even if I don't get to say them." "A gun to mine?" An enemies to dead lovers, if you may. "A gun to yours?" I fucking hate him. "We're not the kind that fear death, why?" I really fucking hate him. "We know it doesn't end anything, we know it starts everything. You think a gun to your head's gonna be the last? No, either we write a sequel together in hell, or you're gonna find me taking a relaxing bath in someone's blood." "Do you know what a gun to yours means?" "A gun to my head....?" "A gun to your head, means a gun in my hands." He smiles. "Take my last breath from me, and I'll give you my last words."

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