New faces. Old faces. New
New faces. Old faces. New friends. Old friends. Hurt. Change. Growth. In school, you learn who you can begin to trust, and who you shouldn't have put your trust in the first place. Struggle. Headache. Calculus. Stress. The stress grows beyond unreachable limits as you watch friends walk out of your life and your grades plummet before your eyes. Argue. Cry. Fight. You fight with yourself over your future and where you'll end up for college. The next second, you're in a bathoom stall crying because everyone else has a plan while you're stuck in the world of college applications and essays. Your world is spinning, but you can't even stop to grasp a moment for a second. Prom comes. Prom goes. Graduation prowls toward you like hungry lion, and the clock to make a decision doesn't cease to tick faster and faster. Boom. Life has ended and your time is now. You place the blindfold delicately over your eyes as you walk forward into destiny.
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