kids." What a horrible answer. It is one of those things were you go, "Speak for yourself!" My life was fine at the time. I was two years into high school and about to finish the ninth grade. I had developed strong friendships and good bonds between other people. I had finished out my soccer season playing Varsity, having the coach gear up for me to be the starter in tenth grade. I thought my life was pretty well set for going into my sophomore year. "Too bad!" my parents shouted at me. I responded with "How will life be bette
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