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M i S f i T ,
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T h e
Breakfast Club.
Boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys....
Oh. And my art teacher, Mr. Michaels was pretty cute too.
Educated enough to succeed in nothing.
Years of testing without learning anything.
Straight A-student with not much direction.
Good time friends having no foundation.
School summarized in words of six.
From the above, take your pick.
The last place I found friendship.
I find that as I left High School behind, my road became one of solitude.
True love was a death toll.
high school wasn't as rough as I expected to be, and it was definitely a mess.
"Still a better story than Twilight"
A colorful extremely slim and curved oaken Staircase that led me to my ambitious dreams.
I got the "Good Enough Diploma".
[ 100% in Reading Comprehension]
[ 100% in Essay Section]
[ 99th percentile in Everything else]
[ 348 points below maximum points possible]
Overdosing on information at our fingertips.
Treated like children with adult expectations.
Didn't sign up for this shit.
Homeworks and Tests have no end,
Those gossips with your best friend.
Giggles with your classmates and the time which you spend.
Now are memories, memories...