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As my parents drove me away from 8th grade graduation I always felt that High school would relinquish all the drama that I went through in Junior High. Well here I am, entering my junior year and getting over the stress of making the Varsity volleyball team. Just when I thought that I was starting off on the right foot, I turn around and the only foot that I feel is the one kicking me in the gut (courtesy of my best friends). The school bell rings like its the end of an unexpected first round snapping us both back to reality. As we separate and go to our first period classes I feel as though I took one below the belt. I need help, I need a referee. Now, as I cautiously sit in the counselors office thinking to myself, "Am I just going to make matters worse with my friends?" "Can the whispers among the upper classmen possibly be true?" There is this disease that is talked about, it comes around a couple times in your life and I barely escaped its wrath in Junior High. Well now its back to claim any sanity that I had left for this year. The disease if you're wondering, is known as "Pre-graduation Separation" a type of deep emotional growing pain. The first attack showed up leaving my heart in a state of numbness, as though it was being held captive in shackles of cold steel.
Like a piranha's insatiable appetite slowly picking away at its prey's flesh so does the disease eat away at the core of ones friendship. Then the once polite conversations are followed by meaningless confrontations. It's as if the disease grows with each encounter,
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