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of course. all those kids in the small towns that are just full of money, their lives are just too perfect to be fucked up. oh, how wrong you are. why are you wrong? i'll give you two reasons; one.) you made an unfair assumption and we all know how wrong that is and two.) well, i'll tell you about that in a good minute or two.

here in bloomfield hills, michigan, we take pride in getting the best for ourselves. that's right, we're selfish, spoiled brats who really don't give a damn about the world outside of our own. don't we just sound lovely? obviously. ever year, new families move into our nice little town and join in on all the drama that has been going on for years. will you join them?

i've kept you waiting long enough, you're anxious, i can tell by the sound of your feet tapping. why are the kids here in bloomfield hills so messed up? well, it's simple; from the outside, the town and the school (i'll get to that in a while) seem simply swell. the teachers are all friendly (a little too friendly, might i add) towards their students, the bushes in the garden are all trimmed perfectly but, before you go and make assumptions, look beyond the exterior. the students are wrapped up in their lies, secrets and their secrets plots to steal their best friends significant other. drugs deals with rival schools and pregnant teens. do you understand, now? i thought so.

as for the school, it's the best in the whole state of michigan. brighton prepatory academy is only two blocks west of the golf course and it's just amazing, as i'm sure you can tell. they have a rather large library, a cafe, a dining hall and dorms. but, are you sure you can handle all the drama that comes along with the school?

` i highly doubt it.
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