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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.
high school wasn't as rough as I expected to be, and it was definitely a mess.
"Still a better story than Twilight"
True love was a death toll.
A colorful extremely slim and curved oaken Staircase that led me to my ambitious dreams.
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...
One colored
seven classes
All Good
I was the only black in all of my classes for my sophomore and senior year, still, I had a great time.
Overdosing on information at our fingertips.
Treated like children with adult expectations.
Didn't sign up for this shit.
