Highschool. The absolute definition of hell. It's full of people who are pretending to be perfect. But can you blame them? Who wouldn't want to fit in when, every single day, you would get ridiculed if you didn't? I mean I guess I understand it. The jocks are jocks because they are better at sports. The nerds are nerds because they are great at reading and all that school bullshit. Loners are loners because they act all deep and seclude themselves. Whatever. What I don't understand is why it always seems to matter. So what if you're a jock? You can't talk to a nerd? You're above them because you're tough? Right.
Highschool was a kingdom for some people. Most people actually. Highschool for me? It was a hell hole.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not some shy, quiet girl who sits in a corner and reads. No, my name is Alana and I'm just your average teenage girl. I don't get into crazy fights everyday or play wicked pranks on teachers. I'm not some super amazing mathlete with a 4.0 GPA. And I am most definitely not your queen bee, on-top-of-the-world bitch. I'm just a blonde who sits in the middle row of class and takes her notes with her head down.
Actually, at this very moment I'm doing exactly that. And you're probably thinking 'well how could highschool be hell for a girl like you?' and it's simple really. His name is Matt Mitchell and he is you class A jock. He is the reason behind this story.
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Game Changer
RomanceAlana Brooks doesn't give a damn about social status or high school cliques. She just can't wait to run as fair away from Midland, Texas as possible. With only two years left leaving seemed almost in her grasp. Matt Mitchell is yo...
