Highschool Romane & Geschichten

she ended and closed the book. Lucas was truly amazed, listening. But according to rumors he have heard, White Day High was a unique school. It was focused on professions such as archery, martial arts, sword fights, and the likes. They seldom offer academic study, but rather produce massive Olympic-ready learners. But that was something fishy there because they haven't won for the past few years. Or maybe it was his bad for not focusing on that survival game every senior student will go through at his early ages at Aspho.

Tomorrow, she’ll be in a sea of teenagers, humans who deal with raging hormones, feeling like they are no longer children and are ready for adulthood. She didn’t exactly have a fantastic time when she was in High School herself. She can’t exactly say she’s excited for the next day.

I apologize and continue, "Alex and who will be going to school?" "You," Mom says. I know my eyes are wider now as I gape to what Mom answers. "Mom! I am 121 years old, I've repeated high school three times already. Isn't that unnecessary for me?" "Why unnecessary?" Mom replies playing dumb game. "Mom!" I can't contain myself so I stand up. "I already have a PhD in psychology and Masters in Chemistry and Pharmaceutical - I don't need high school!" I explain. I can see Alex making fun of me but I don't have time to handle him now. If this dinner ends and I do not convince Mom to change her mind - it's over. I will be forced to attend this frigging high school.

"So how far along are you with your schoolwork?" "I have now finished high school and Mr. Wright is letting me choose in which field I want to explore more. He said he couldn't help me with getting a college degree as he did with my high school diploma, but he said he could prepare me if I ever wanted to go to a top college." I said, quite proud of myself for finishing high school at the age of seventeen. Mr. Wright said that most students were done at the age of eighteen.

I stared at the notes I wrote last night. I can't understand anything about it. It's a bad idea to write notes in Latin. I facepalmed as the notes drop on the floor. Reviewing was a bad thing. I did not even stock any knowledge, what should I do!? Incredibly stressful. What's even worse? This school is not ordinary, this is hell. It was worse than I imagined when I was in elementary. Or, high school is really like this.

They were just trying to be tough. Hall A is for the all Jss1 students and a few Jss2 students. Hall B is for the remaining jss2 and jss3 students. Those devil incarnates. These students are something else. Hall C is mixed up. Only ss2 and 3 students that are not in that hall. Mainly new students stayed in hall c. Hall D is for the ss2 students and majority of the ss1 students. Then the sacred Hall E, for the ss3 girls. And they had no matron. I wonder why we still even had.

It would be like high school all over again. What am I going to do?

I just hope there will be no more mishaps throughout the day. When I reach school, it feels like something bad is going to happen and I always have this gut feeling whenever something bad will happen. Half of the day went by slowly and painfully making my head throb with the lack of sleep. I'm just waiting for the bell to ring to dash out of the classroom to the cafeteria to get me a hot chocolate that is the only thing that will make me awake.

Audrey took a fighting stance even if she had no intentions of kicking anyone's butt this boy was getting on her nerves. Audrey decided to make his pain a short but painful one he let out a loud cry before passing out. Making the students laugh at him. The fight went on and students from Dream high kept advancing towards the finals. "Who do those Dream high students think they are?" Olivia argued "Calm down Olivia we'll show them we rule this school." Ken said. Ken was Olivia's boyfriend, and they were the school's power couple and one of the most powerful students in blue vale. They weren't citizens of France they just happen to attend school there, just like Hazel.

What comes to mind first when you think of high school life? The gorgeous cheerleaders, the arrogant jocks, the class-skipping idols, the Shakespeare aficionados, the vegans? Or is it the incessant buzzing of the alarm clock, the uncomfortable desks and chairs, the dreadful cafeteria lunches, the looming finals and exams, the lost mechanical pencils, the unrequited crushes and heartbreaks, the constantly energetic group projects? "Hey, watch where you're going!" a girl, whose outfit screamed Regina George from Mean Girls, snapped at me, her voice dripping with disdain. "This is limited edition."