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My Life In High School

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y name is Madison Newman. I am tall with auburn hair and blue eyes. I live the normal life of a seventeen year old in high school. I have sublime friends, a great boyfriend, and an even better family that surround me. I plan to go to an excellent college to become a Structural Engineer right after I figure out how to pay for it. My life is going to be unforgettable. Whenever my eyes open, I see my mother, and she tells me it’s time to wake up for school. Today is the last day before Winter Break. Today, I will take the remainder of the final exams I will ever have to take in high school. Just another day of senior year. I roll over to see my mint green walls and my turntable with an Abbey Road vinyl on it, not spinning. I toss my feet over my bed and stand up for another day of senior year. I go to school, where I am surrounded by friends. They are up to their normal shenanigans- making jokes and laughing about who know’s what. I see my boyfriend with them, fitting right in with the group’s persona. His name is Will, and he is tall with dark shaggy hair and blue eyes. I finish out the school day with the relief that I won’t be cursed with finals again until college. After school, I walk out to the parking lot with Will and hop into his car. We drive to my house and sit down on the couch to watch our favorite show, Grey’s Anatomy. We watch at least one episode almost every day. Eventually we get restless and go to his house where he plays video games and I do my homework or look through social media on my phone. Occasionally we go over to a friend’s house, or go out and find something to do in town. *** When my eyes open, I see a stranger, who is informing me it’s time to wake up and take my medicine. Medicine? I don’t take medicine? I sit up to see white walls with a painting of a lighthouse hanging on the wall to my left. I notice the room has one large window, and a white couch underneath the lighthouse painting. Where am I? The stranger is still standing in front of me with a tray that has two blue pills and a glass of water on it. I question the stranger, and ask why I need to take this medicine and where I am, but when I hear his response I do not listen. I’m not fond of the stranger, and it

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