Freshman. Now I was at the bottom of the food-chain, no more head of the school. No, middle school was behind me now. This was time to discover me. Who I really am, and who I decide I want to be.
The problem was I didn't know who I was, or who I wanted to be. The part where every teen questions themselves and either goes down the path of good or evil.
Who was I?
The problem: I couldn't answer that question.
Friends, I had some.
Then I met someone.
Someone very special.
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