Highschool Cliches Novels & Stories

"I got the impression there's history there." Anna scoffs. "Oh, yeah. There's history." When I motion for her to keep talking, she sighs. "Have you ever met one of those people who peaked in high school? And so, like, everything afterwards is compared to those four short years of mediocrity because nothing else could possibly be better?" I chuckle bitterly. "My teenage years were a bit different than yours, I think. More blood. Less prom."

It’s enjoyable and stressful at the same time especially when the weather is too hot. I am Lou. I’m 16 and I’m proud gay. Incoming grade 10 students. This is our last year as Junior High Student. It’s frustrating but that’s life. They say ‘High school is the most memorable days of our lives’ which is correct. I face countless problems, met new friends since we’re hetero, and the memories we made that I will bring forever. I swear I will enjoy our last year. “Let’s go?! You started daydreaming again there!” Shane said while smirking.

“You were the handsome quarterback that had all the cheerleaders swooning. Rafael was the nerdy, trendy guy who the girls proudly presented to their families, and Gabriel was the psychotic straight and narrow, asshole, class pet.” Michael snorts with amusement, and Lucifer arches a sardonic brow. “Though I have never attended such educational facilities, I have seen several of them at the cinema, and I’d agree to your estimation.” I chortle with amusement at the idea that my thousand’s of years old boyfriend would watch high school-themed movies. I almost choke on my coffee when Michael says, “Like Ridgemont High or Grease. Those were amusante movies.” Lucifer shakes his head, “I prefer Brea

Leah's P.O.V High school had always been a fantasy for me. I always dreamt about sneaking out to parties, going out and staying out late, being on the cheer team, and having the popular kids as my friends. My greatest delusion was meeting my high school sweetheart, going to prom with him, and falling in love afterwards. How wrong I had been.

Ava Pov The Crestwood University quad is a sea of neon lights and loud music. Usually, the annual festival is my favorite night. Tonight, it feels like a cage. Everywhere I walk, people whisper. They point at the "scholarship girl" who supposedly tried to sabotage the star athlete. The lies the rivals spread are sticking. It’s funny how fast a reputation burns. One day you’re the top student. Next, you’re a pariah in a cheap festival mask.

"Oh, please! I'm nothing like those sickly annoying cliches the teenagers fawn about. Tell me one thing that's cliche about me, I dare you." I smirked at him. "Hmm... let's see." I thought for a while and made a show of counting my fingers as I started listing out. "For one, you're that cliched youngest billionaire, the most eligible bachelor." I made finger quotation gesture at that. "And oh, how can I forget the arrogant, rude, ruthless, cold, stone-hearted, cru-"

That was rare. My notebook lay open beside me, worn and full of scribbles—page after page of notes I'd taken across countless rewatch sessions. Phrases repeated like mantras: Stand tall. Speak first. Smile like you already won. Most guys my age had moved past this stuff years ago. Turned eighteen, and suddenly they thought they were too cool to enjoy anything unless it involved fake drinking games or standing in the corners of parties looking dead inside. Idiots. They just didn't get it like I did.

The bucket list is a stupid list of things we want to do before finishing high school. I have something as silly as going on a date while she has something as big as sending her singing clip to America Got Talent. The bucket list says I have to try out for drama club this session, something I always put off because Olivia and her minions have been the reigning drama queens but that sneaky bestie of mine snuck it into the list. I get enough acting experience from being in the church’s plays but to Maria, it doesn’t count.

SUMMER is ending, and that’s a fact. The moment that our new school year begins, it will be the end of our happy days and the start of our doom days. No more lazy stuffs, no more late night sleeps, and no more fun. That’s the meaning of summer’s ending for me. But the fact that we’re going to be a high school students hyped up everyone. They’re hoping that maybe it could be a new and fresh start for everybody. But their wrong. It could be the best, yeah. But it could also be our worst nightmare.

A tear in his heart at that time and a pain to know her so far from him. He was not a kid and also knew that she was a teenager like the others and even if she had seemed madly in love with him on this beach, it was only, as they say in high school lingo, a romance of summer. All teenagers dream of one day living such an experience, it was fashionable. Sophia will have lived it and certainly will have forgotten it once she returns to her daily life. She had told him that she was the beauty queen of her high school and he could only agree with this choice, she is beautiful, but that's also what hurt him a lot. A high school is a place full of castes and being the queen, the norm would have wa