See You Later High School

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This sucks, I want to be done.
Four years that didn’t go by as fast as everyone claims.
Too much drama.
Unnecessary fights and arguing about senseless subjects.
I choose to exclude myself.
“He did this” and “I can’t believe she’s wearing that.”
I just don’t care.

Everything always turns into some sort of competition.
Grades, athletics, looks.
What are you proving to me? No seriously… Do I look like I care?
Maybe you can shoot a basketball, get an A in math, or afford designer clothes.
SWEET, DUDE….
You’re right; you’re such a better person than me.
What a joke!

I can’t even keep a straight face when people are actually like that.
I wish they could see how much of an idiot they are.
I find myself in a pickle,
Complaining about those who complain.
I try my best to avoid the gossip.
It’s tough, but it’s worth it.
Less stress, more friends, and a clear conscious.

June 7th I’m out of here.
I won’t even shed a tear.





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Gettysburg63 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 30, 2010 at 12:35 am
Go Waukesha!
 
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