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Everyone always wonders why I hate preps.

Probably because when I was 10  and 11,

 I was friends with

the preps(oh God the horible truth). We

had GREAT  times together,

painting our nails, doing each others make-up and that sorta crap. Well,

one day a new kid came to our school.

Even in grade school the preps gave

new kids the "new kid treatment". The one

where they pushed you around,

insaulted you(i moved frequently so I KNOW that feeling),

 you know, that one.

Well this poor kid was being pushed around

and his hair was being pulled and he

had no friends. Seeing this so many times before,

 Most would say I'm used to it and

I didn't care. Wrong. This was it. The last straw.

I had to stand up for him. Time to fight.

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I stood up for the boy and fought alittle but in

the end I got the new kid treatment and

I made the best friends of my life, Outside

the Mainstream.

And now the preps keep getting worse.

True story.