Written With Love

Introduction

High School. Let me define that for you. Hell. It’s just a bunch of snooty teenagers roaming narrow and squished together hallways that school beholds., passing drugs, smoking cigarettes on the old cement steps outside during breaks, and tripping the losers in those same hallways. Love scenes, heavy make outs, never ending passionate couples everywhere. There’s the math geeks, nerds, the popular crew, the wannabe’s, it’s all so stupid to me, to everyone, really. yeah, i get that everybody deserves an education but is the purpose of high school really necessary? i remember my first year like it was yesterday, up until the last. It’s insane to take my memory back a few years. i met people i shouldn’t have, stuck with the wrong crowd, and consequences occurred due to my actions with them. That year was horrid, all years of high school, really, but that year in-particular, because that was the year that i fell in love with Michael Clifford.