The Game

by Courtney   Mar 17, 2007


High school applies a plenty of pressure on having the look; one must follow the rules of an unwritten book. Rules about the behavior and language of humanity. I've broken the rules and I'm still glad I have. I'm sick and tired of all these childish games.What's with all the judgment? I talk to whom I want and when I want. Not caring about the judgment. Besides, their perspective on me means nothing to me no matter how much they taunt. Who cares because in high school one's perspective changes in the blink of an eye. You'll be lucky if you keep five friends after you leave. They say that high school is suppose to be the best time of our lives so why are their opinions sharp as knives. I say take what you've got and don't worry about what you lack because the memories will be all you get back.

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