I don’t live by the ocean. I live in a small town with golf course lawns and is secretly full of druggies, but the adults never find out. The adults are those rich people that plow away forests for their private properties. I live in Michigan, right next to Detroit in a suburban type place known as Grosse Pointe. I live here, however I don’t see much of it. The most I see is within a small place full of small business shops known as The Village.
The Village has a TCBY, Burger Pointe (yes, with an “e”), Kroger, Sanders, Blockbuster, and other places I’m too lazy to mention. It’s like a strip mall, but not really. I can’t exactly describe it. It’s like a miniature version of the Mack Avenue setup.
Even though I know every store in the Village ever since Jacobson’s closed, I know nothing. I live here in Grosse Pointe, but I only live in my house, on my street. I don’t even go to school here.
The school in this hidden secret corner of the universe is Grosse Pointe South. Its enrolees are as notorious as the school’s reputation itself. Since it’s in this part of the imaginary world, it seems a nice place from the view of an onlooker. But South is like a golden toilet. Pretty cool on the outside, until you see what’s on the inside.
I shadowed there when I was in eighth grade. It’s a nice well-kept school, but it’s the inhabitants that make it hideous. I won’t go into details (yet). Most of my friends go there, but I’ve made plenty of new one’s at my school a million miles away.
I attend Mercy, but my grades are getting me in a bad way... Maybe I should stop talking about my life. I mean, I want to, but... it’s just... painful.
AnneX out.
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