Welcome to the rest of your life

Your next four years depend on this single moment. The sound of your rapid heartbeat thunders in your ears. You cant seem to remeber anything, and all the effort and time put into preparing for this moment start to seem meaningless. You stare at the ground noticing a big red piece of gum that has stuck itself to your shoe. great.
The straps of your bag feel tight and rough around your shoulders, seemingly getting heavier with each dreaded step you take. A looming shadow brings you back from your ever so intresting thoughts about how you might screw up the most important day of your life.
“Welcome to Jones Lake High School” reads the sign over the red brick building .
Welcome to the rest of your life.

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