Post by stsadmin on Apr 1, 2009 16:21:01 GMT -5
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It's the bad kind of famous. It's the girl whose reputation can't be
saved by the biggest saint. It's the clique who gets a high from crashing
your after-party. It's the 'perfect', most envied couple that doesn't
believe in honesty. It's the story of a class of private school seniors,
juniors, sophomores, and freshmen ready to cheat, lie, steal and
gossip their way to the rest of the year. East End High School in Los
Angeles, California is taking it to the next level... and they can handle
whatever you can.
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It's the bad kind of famous. It's the girl whose reputation can't be
saved by the biggest saint. It's the clique who gets a high from crashing
your after-party. It's the 'perfect', most envied couple that doesn't
believe in honesty. It's the story of a class of private school seniors,
juniors, sophomores, and freshmen ready to cheat, lie, steal and
gossip their way to the rest of the year. East End High School in Los
Angeles, California is taking it to the next level... and they can handle
whatever you can.
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at EAST END HIGH, you really are just a number
[/center][/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]It started as a senior prank. All the sources agree on that, at least. Whose senior prank, though, is up for grabs. The Elites will tell you it was one of their own, the Alpha Guys insist it was a practical joke, and the Nerds, who might have the most credible claim say it was a sociology experiment.
Anyway, one day, everyone walked in school to The List posted everywhere. Stuffed under doors, stapled to bulletin boards, and scattered across the floor like that one scene in Mean Girls, where Rachel McAdams goes balistic and photocopied the Burn Book and scattered its pages across the school. Now, at first people thought the administration was trying to pull off a new stunt - motivate the kids academically through competition. But the closer they got, the more of the paper they could read. This wasn't a class rank. No, it was a popularity rank. Of the entire school.
News traveled fast, and feelings got hurt even faster. Those with mediocre scores started to change -dye their hair, throw some parties, sleep around - to get to the top. and someone - nobody knows who, kept publishing new editions; one a month every month, like the school's period. Even in the summer.
So the years may have passed. The students may be more wired and connected than before. They certainly aren't poorer - East End has always been a selective and expensive school. And they may look nothing like the original list members. But they still worship the list. How could they not?
Sure, there are some who could care less, but is that because they are at the bottom? The list has made the school a spiderweb of secrets, lies, and backstabbing and everyone is caught up in it. The question is, who is the spider?
And the teachers? Sure, they're concerned about the whole thing. Sure, they know how demeaning it can be. Sure they've tried to stop it. But, while they still can command respect in the classroom, they don't have any outside of it. Because, really, all but two do. The list maker and the number one.
" i don't care what people think
as long as its about me"
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