Ok scratch that. My name is J and B and I have been friends since 7th grade. Those were dark days, when B hated my guts for my immense beauty [That's a lie.] And being awkward was a way of life. These days we've grown a bit, finally pased 5 feet, started our period, dated boys (HA), and taken disturbing amounts of AP classes all to be shoved into the real world "prepared." By whose defination neither of us are sure. I'm going to Georgetown University in Washington, D.C only an hour away. And I'm to the deep south, 8 hours away at the University of South Carolina. Although completely different schools we are bound to encounter the same things, horny freshman boys, ridculous amounts of reading, and cafeteria food we're sure to get tired of in a few weeks. In addition to all that, let us not forget we are basically starting fresh. All the friends we made in high school? We'll lose touch with all but four of them. So as we fake our way through making friends, possibly crazy roomates and redbull becoming a main food group, we tell our story.
Underage for college??? Too much!
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