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High School Humiliations

High School Humiliations

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Everyone knows high school is hard. Some people think it teaches how to get through life(I honestly don't see that but oh well...). But the real people who know the drama behind high school are obviously the ones who go there. Movies and stuff over exatderate and parents under exaderate if that even is a thing. Movies act like it the worst thing of all things, but parents are like it a piece of cake. Well welcome to our generation and what we KNOW actually goes on. Many stories to read, but which story are you going to like... ******MULTIPLE POINTS OF VEIWS****** This story is helped being written by @QueenIsTalking so yeah she gets a lot of credit for this too. Y'all should definatly go follow her cause she's amazing.
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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