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"Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is actually used to cut diamonds," I added. Radar tapped a locker twice with his fist to show his approval, and then came back with another. "Ben, getting you a date to prom is so hard that the American government believes the problem cannot be solved with diplomacy, but will instead require force."
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humor
prom
john-green
paper-towns
high-school
dating
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John Green |
dac0c07
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"Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is actually used to cut diamonds," I added. Radar tapped a locker twice with his fist to show his approval, and then came back with another. "Ben, getting you a date to prom is so hard that the American government believes the problem cannot be solved with diplomacy, but will instead require force." --
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humor
prom
john-green
paper-towns
high-school
dating
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John Green |
747bfd5
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Problem is, the bathroom pass can't help you escape life. It's still there when you come out. Problems and crap don't go away hiding in the can.
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high-school
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Simone Elkeles |
3fefbda
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The same boys who got detention in elementary school for beating the crap out of people are now rewarded for it. They call it football.
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high-school
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Laurie Halse Anderson |
9037a10
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I think we're given multiple chances to meet multiple soulmates. Sure, you could meet a soulmate in highschool. But that doesn't mean if you don't act on it, you'll never meet anyone else. You will, just at a time that's more convenient for you.
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soulmates
high-school
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Meg Cabot |
065a747
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Did you meet your soul mate? That always happens on the first day of school, right?' 'Oh God, Charlie, she's letting you read again! You went straight to the paranormal section, didn't you?
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humor
charlie-ridgemont
high-school
paranormal-romance
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Francesca Zappia |
a20a0f1
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I failed angst in high school. They let me graduate anyway.
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high-school
teens
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John Scalzi |
6922e72
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I pull my lower lip all the way in between my teeth. If I try hard enough, maybe I can gobble my whole self this way.... I didn't try hard enough to swallow myself.
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high-school
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Laurie Halse Anderson |
2d4ef07
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They had become a fixed star in the shifting firmament of the high school's relationships, the acknowledged Romeo and Juliet. And she knew with sudden hatefulness that there was one couple like them in every white suburban high school in America.
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young-love
high-school
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Stephen King |
6c4c27c
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Several of the girls at the party had had sex, something which sounded appealing but only if it could happen with blindfolds in a time warp plus amnesia
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sex
high-school
girls
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Aimee Bender |
e657a8a
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This was a factory, a sorting house. We were no different from dogs and pigs and cows: all of us were allowed to play when we were small, but then, just before reaching maturity, we were sorted and classified. Being a high school student was the first step toward becoming a domestic animal.
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work
education
life
growing-up
high-school
childhood
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Ryū Murakami |
8604e61
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"Everyone is born a freak," notes Hayley. "Every newborn baby, wet and hungry and screaming, is a fresh-hatched freak who wants to have a good time and make the world a better place. . . . Most teenagers wind up in high school. And high school is where the zombification process becomes deadly."
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high-school
zombies
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Laurie Halse Anderson |
d288858
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I know what you're thinking. 'How the hell does this broke ass piece of trailer trash know words like caveat,' right? Well guess what? I've read every single book on the New York Times list of 'Top 100 Literary Classics,' not to mention every Jane Austen, Sylvia Plath or Bronte sisters' book ever written. And fuck you very much for judging me, by the way.
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humor
slut-shaming
issues
new-adult
high-school
teen
sexual-abuse
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Isobel Irons |
8a31641
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Those aren't girls. They're vultures.
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high-school-girls
high-school
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Katie McGarry |
66d14d5
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"Getting into a fight with a popular senior. Pissing off a school teacher and the local chief of police. Hanging with two major-league losers." She slapped my back. "Welcome to high school."
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humor
mickey
shelter
high-school
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Harlan Coben |
f327b89
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Maybe they notice me wincing whenever I hear them say it, but I don't know: there are all sorts of reasons I could be wincing. Life is a wince-a-thon.
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cringe
wince
nickname
high-school
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Frank Portman |
b02742d
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It's as if once you hit high school, you're programmed, like a robot, to be an asshole to your parents.
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high-school
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Sara Zarr |
9a4575a
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A few other couples joined us on the dance floor and we lost ourselves among them. I'd never been able to figure out exactly what was involved in slow dancing, so I contented myself, as I had since high school, with gripping my partner to me, letting out awkward breaths against her ear, and tipping from foot to foot like someone waiting for a bus. I could feel the sweat cooling on her forearms and smell a trace of apples in her hair.
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slow-dancing
waiting-for-the-bus
sweat
high-school
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Michael Chabon |
6c50984
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"All Julie has to do is explain to her friends that she's using it to individually seal each item that she throws out." "Then they'd think she was a geek," I said. "She will thank me later," Monk said. "Why would she thank you for being considered a geek?" "Don't you know anything about teenage life?" Monk said. "It's a badge of respect." "It is?" "I was one," he said. "You don't say." "A very special one. I was crowned King of the Geeks, not once, but every single year of high school," Monk said. "It's a record that remains unbroken in my school to this day." "Were there a lot of students who wanted to be King of the Geeks?" "It's like being homecoming king, only better. You don't have to go to any dances," Monk said. "You aren't even invited."
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natalie
geeks
goldberg
high-school
lee
teenage
teenage-life
mr-monk
monk
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Lee Goldberg |
65db2d2
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He closed the locker quickly so no one would see the damage. For some reason, he felt ashamed.
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high-school
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Robert Cormier |
b89b0f7
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"It's just snow," Lesa said, rolling her eyes. "It's not going to hurt you." Kimmy smoothed her hands over her blond hair. "Sugar melts." "Yeah, and shit floats." Lesa took her seat, yanking out last night's English homework."
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high-school
ya-romance
paranormal
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
4072b1e
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It would always be a put-on, high school or not, for the whole rest of the world, for the rest of our lives. You couldn't ever guess who someone was by the way they looked because, good or bad, the way they looked was always just a costume or an act. It was Halloween everyday, for most people anyway, just to feel like they weren't alone, to belong, just to keep being happy maybe.
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high-school
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Joe Meno |
04eef8b
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The only way, I thought to myself, that this could get any weirder would be if it turns out he has that dead body's head on ice where in the basement, some ready for transplantation onto Cindy Crawford's body as soon as it becomes available.
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high-school
ghosts
supernatural
ya
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Meg Cabot |
e1485de
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Teenage girls, please don't worry about being super popular in high school, or being the best actress in high school, or the best athlete. Not only do people not care about any of that the second you graduate, but when you get older, if you reference your successes in high school too much, it actually makes you look kind of pitiful, like some babbling old Tennessee Williams character with nothing else going on in her current life. What I've noticed is that almost no one who was a big star in high school is also big star later in life. For us overlooked kids, it's so wonderfully fair.
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mindy-kaling
high-school
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Mindy Kaling |
3808eec
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"I know what I'm talking about, Alecto! When I think of Jud, I think of the times he wanted to be a coal miner, the times he took Wendy and me sailing in the harbour, the times he showed me how to play soccer, but I forgot all the bullying and I'll never understand why. And now you ask me, you ask me what happened once we were in high school. You said you didn't understand what having a family was like, so ask me!" Mandy was shouting at him without even realizing it, her words sharp and unforgiving. "I...." Alecto started, hesitating for a moment. "You don't seem like yourself Mandy Valems, not at all...." "No, go ahead! You want to know what having a real family is like?" Mandy snapped, turning to stare at him coldly. "Ask me what happened, I'll tell you anything you want to know!" "...What happened?" Alecto asked quietly, looking nervous and confused. "I stayed late after school in shop class when I was in grade 9, trying to keep my lousy grades up. I was building a birdhouse, something like that, and that was when Jud and all his popular jock friends came storming in, laughing and swearing like a bunch of pigs," Mandy continued. "So ask me what happened next." "I... I don't want to ask you what happened," Alecto replied. "Ask me!" Mandy yelled. "Alright, what happened next...?" Alecto questioned."
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friendship
imaginary-friend
beat-up
cape-breton-parents
wood-shop
nova-scotia
assault
shop
confession
canada
attack
cruelty
high-school
friend
conflict
stress
bully
bullying
fight
wood
school
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Rebecca McNutt |