Post by SoaL Admin on Mar 12, 2007 5:52:56 GMT -5
Logan, Maine.
Average city. It has the typical things that one would expect of a slowly growing town -- a McDonalds, a mall, a movie theatre. People move here to get away from the troubles of the big city. You know, things like violence, high gas prices, the hustle and bustle of the city. Most of the parents that moved here moved here for the excellent schools, the excellent community, and the friendly people. Therefore, most of the kids that live in this town have known each other all their lives.
Right?
I'm gonna make you bend and break
say a prayer, but let the good times roll
in case God doesn't show...
(let the good times roll, let the good times roll)
They grew up together. They drooled on the same blankets. They chewed on the same toys. They went to elementary school together, learned their ABCs together. Ran through sprinklers, learned music, started bands together. Hell, everything was all cool until they got to middle school. That's when things began to change.
Elementary, my dear. In elementary we're all just kids. Kids who like crayons, kids who like colours, kids who are kids. Through fifth grade it's like that. But then when you hit Junior High, you see a completely different side of the world. People have turned into backstabbers. Highlights, short skirts, emo cuts and girlpants; too-low shorts, A&F, Hollister and Hot Topic are the things to be decorated in.
And by the time you reach high school, your fate seems to be set in stone.
By then, it's already determined who you like and who you hate.
And it runs strong.
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you, only sweeter..."
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"He tastes like you, only sweeter..."
The Cliques of Logan (not to be confused with Gangs of New York) are tight knit. Rebels don't associate with emos, the emos steer clear of the scene kids, jocks hate all three of the aforementioned groups and instead prefer to hang out with the preps, who think they're better than everyone else in the school, and the nerds are just barely making it by by letting everyone copy their Algebra homework.
Sound familiar?
Throw drugs, parties, drinking and the 'inter-clique' relationships that are sure to turn a few heads into the mix, and things could get ugly. Ugly and violent.
Violent as in deadly. These are high-schoolers. They don't play nice anymore. When they say 'sorry', they're really saying 'get revenge, get even'. And sometimes things like that can end very badly.
Play nice, kids.
...thanks for the memories...
"He tastes like you, only sweeter..."
Scenes of a LAPDANCE
Average city. It has the typical things that one would expect of a slowly growing town -- a McDonalds, a mall, a movie theatre. People move here to get away from the troubles of the big city. You know, things like violence, high gas prices, the hustle and bustle of the city. Most of the parents that moved here moved here for the excellent schools, the excellent community, and the friendly people. Therefore, most of the kids that live in this town have known each other all their lives.
Right?
I'm gonna make you bend and break
say a prayer, but let the good times roll
in case God doesn't show...
(let the good times roll, let the good times roll)
They grew up together. They drooled on the same blankets. They chewed on the same toys. They went to elementary school together, learned their ABCs together. Ran through sprinklers, learned music, started bands together. Hell, everything was all cool until they got to middle school. That's when things began to change.
Elementary, my dear. In elementary we're all just kids. Kids who like crayons, kids who like colours, kids who are kids. Through fifth grade it's like that. But then when you hit Junior High, you see a completely different side of the world. People have turned into backstabbers. Highlights, short skirts, emo cuts and girlpants; too-low shorts, A&F, Hollister and Hot Topic are the things to be decorated in.
And by the time you reach high school, your fate seems to be set in stone.
By then, it's already determined who you like and who you hate.
And it runs strong.
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you, only sweeter..."
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"He tastes like you, only sweeter..."
The Cliques of Logan (not to be confused with Gangs of New York) are tight knit. Rebels don't associate with emos, the emos steer clear of the scene kids, jocks hate all three of the aforementioned groups and instead prefer to hang out with the preps, who think they're better than everyone else in the school, and the nerds are just barely making it by by letting everyone copy their Algebra homework.
Sound familiar?
Throw drugs, parties, drinking and the 'inter-clique' relationships that are sure to turn a few heads into the mix, and things could get ugly. Ugly and violent.
Violent as in deadly. These are high-schoolers. They don't play nice anymore. When they say 'sorry', they're really saying 'get revenge, get even'. And sometimes things like that can end very badly.
Play nice, kids.
...thanks for the memories...
"He tastes like you, only sweeter..."
Scenes of a LAPDANCE
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