The reality of high school

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Summer ends. School starts. No different this year than last. But just maybe, he thinks, someone will understand, someone will talk to me, someone will help. Nobody does. He goes to class, teachers preach. It’s all lies. He goes home after school, only crying a little. It’s now or never. He chooses now. I didn’t.





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