HIGH SCHOOL STAR
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“Yeah that’s fine”, he said gleefully. It didn’t take me long to
return, and I slipped into the line next to Jeremy with no problems.
Sometimes, I just wonder how much we worry about things that never
come to pass – it’s almost like our happiness depends on the
acceptance of others. The teacher counted the next five in. You see,
our school canteen was quite small, and to prevent theft, the canteen
only allows around twelve or so odd people in there at once. I then
tried to predict whether the teacher would let us in, for the number
the teacher let in wasn’t always five. It was arbitrary, and often
depended on the benevolence of the teacher. Bad teacher–and it would
seem the entrance pass would always extend to the person just before
you; good teacher–and you would always seem to be the last person to
be allowed in. It was a grumpy looking blonde woman, who looked like
the serious sort of person. She looked like the sort of person who may
have been good looking when she was younger (but probably still quite
serious); but still not the sort you could imagine being married to an
ordinary man. But to define an ordinary man in his forties is
impossible. I just can’t see how any woman could find them attractive.
“Okay, next five”, the teacher utters in a rather whisky tone,
counting the next five. It seemed like me and Jeremy was so close to
the front that this would be both our turns. We quickly scurried
forward. Jeremy takes one step past the teacher with no problem, with
me tailing him. No problem. He takes another one. He is clearly past
the teacher, but then the unthinkable occurs. The teachers hand drops
right in front of me. “That’s it, Miss”, she says. I couldn’t believe
it. My new found friend and I would be separated, like Romeo and
Juliet in Romeo & Juliet, or Mr. Darcy and Miss. Bennett in Pride &
Prejudice. Unbelievable! How could an education system which vows to
teach children, attempt to destroy the social psychology of young
teens by ripping one from another? A tear left my eye, and I dropped
my head, so that my light brunette hair covered my face. I had spent
hours on my makeup but I knew my tears would ruin all of the work I
had put in. My mascara wasn’t waterproof, and nor was my eyeliner. I
rubbed my eyes with my palms, trying to cover my eyes so nobody would
see me in tears. Suddenly I felt a tug on my hands. I didn’t want to
know who it was, for nobody could make it better. Who knew me or
wanted me at school anyway? Lifting my head slightly, I realized it
was Jeremy. “But…” I said, trying to figure out why he wasn’t in the
canteen, such as whether the evil teacher had asked him to come back
out whilst I was crying.
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“It’s okay”, he says, I’m here for you”. That was all I needed to
hear. I put my arms over him and rested my head on his shoulder. “You
can go in as well”, the teacher says, rolling her eyes backward. Maybe
she wasn’t as mean after all. Jeremy had come to me and had rescued me
and I was grateful. We have been great friends since. The canteen was
one of our favorite places to hang out at school, as they stocked the
yummiest muffins in the whole of Franklin, which won first place in
the Tennessee State Fair, dubbed the “Moo Shu Muffins”. Isn’t that
such a hilarious name? I have no idea why it was named after the
little dragon from Mulan, but they are some delicious muffins. ****
Mandy was my other close friend. I had first met her in math’s class.
She’s one really smart cookie, but she’s also extremely pretty. She’s
a brunette, but her hair’s a lot darker than mine. Also, my eyes are a
lot more grey and blue than her greener eyes. Probably the only
similarity is our ceramic straight hair that rolls down to our back. I
had met her back in Week 1 however. Like her, I’d always liked math’s,
since I was good at it, and I usually got on with the teachers, they’d
let us talk in class whilst doing work, and once I’d had finished my
work, the teachers let us do things we liked, such as making paper
airplanes, and playing with our tech decks. My classroom was in the A-
Block, which was near the front of the school. It was still quite
early in the morning, early in the week, and despite it was a little
windy outside, the sun was up, and shone through the window,
illuminating the reasonably sized room naturally. The room had an old
school blackboard, and was painted all white. There was a door to the
front left of the room, which seemed to be a doorway to the classroom
next door. I was running late. The lesson said “10:00am” but it was
already 10:06am. It was the first lesson of mathematics at the new
school, and I’d be late? What would the teacher think of me? I’d have
to make up an excuse. I guess it really wasn’t my fault, for I had no
idea where or what “A2” was. You see, in Junior High, we didn’t go
around to different rooms for lessons – all of the lessons were in the
one room, with the one teacher. How was I supposed to know “A2” meant
A-Block, Room 2? I had to prepare my extensive speech in my mind,
which I would present to the class, like the Abraham Lincoln’s address
to the United States Congress. And there it was “A2” in large print on
a piece of white plastic nailed to the door. I peeked through the door
to see my embarrassment. I saw most of the seats filled with students,
so I was a little worried. However, the teacher didn’t seem to be
there.
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“Move it little girl”, I heard from behind me, as they pushed me to
the side. It was some fat kid. Gosh, why can’t people these days get
some manners? I walked in after him, a little worried. The seats
seemed to be all filled up, and it seemed like it would be harder to
get a seat than it would be in a game of musical chairs. The fat kid
walked up to the back, and not wanting to sit next to him, and not
seeing many free seats around anyway, I walked in a perpendicular
direction across the front of the classroom. I hoped the entire class
didn’t see me, for I only wanted a seat. At least I wouldn’t have to
do my Lincoln speech. “Hey, sit here”, I hear a voice. Had I known
somebody from the school? I quickly turned to see whoever made the
remark. “Hi there, there’s nobody sitting here, do you want to sit
here?” she says, whilst moving her bag off the chair to her right. She
was pretty; amazingly pretty actually; the sort of girl that every guy
would like. She seemed nice, but also a bit of a rebel. “Sure”, I
reply, unsure why a girl as pretty and popular as her would be
interested in me. “I’m Mandy”, she says. “Hi, I’m Miley”, I reply
smiling. “So Miley, what’s up?” “Not much, you know – school”, I
reply. The door in front of us suddenly swings open; and a little
clean-shaved man, with glasses the size of his face, in his mid
fifties walks out. “Hi class”, he says. The whole room silences. “My
name is Mr. Mercury and I will be taking this Year 10 math’s class.”
After explaining to us the details of the first chapter of Year 10
mathematics – moderately difficult arithmetic, we are given time to
work. The chatter in the room increases, and people start moving
around. …

The song goes:
“Miley and I are over
I never really liked her
She’s not what I thought
Nude pics turn me way off”

So in Jeremy Shum’s words, “Nude pics turn me way off”. It seems as
though Miley Cyrus has been dumped for her nude pictures. It is unsure
whether she did that for publicity (she probably did), but it seems to
be questioning her authority on being “Christian”.

–Who Magazine

[Chorus]
Oh yeah, you could be my “Ashlee Simpson” – yeah
Thanks for stealing my heart – that’s a Sin – yeah
I hear your every heart beat – yeah
I propose on my knees

Miley and I are over
I never really liked her
She’s not what I thought
Nude pics turn me way off

[Chorus]

Please don’t tell me why it can’t be
Cuz I don’t wanna hear – yeah
I’ll burst into tears and I’ll cut my wrists
I want you all for me!

Demi, I’ve been waiting and praying for you
So, I don’t know how to say this… but
Demi, will you take my hand in marriage?
And take me to be your husband; and you to be my wife?
And we could live happily ever after
Just like Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens
Oh yeah, I’ll be your Jesse McCartney!

Tell me if you
[Chorus] (x3)

Oh I propose on my knees
…Unless of course you want me to get up off the flour