Highschool Tropes Novels & Stories

HIGH SCHOOL REVENGE BY HEARTCODE CHAPTER 17: THE GAME 10:30 found the final year students of RPHS in the sports arena, Tiana had ceased to be amazed by what the school contained anymore. She knew that this school was full of surprises, like come on a detention suite, pools, a sport arena… she knew that the school was really a school for elites. It is a fucking miracle she got admitted, so wait…. the SUMPREME ONES did it. She doesn’t know how, but she doesn’t care.

Oh god, no. Without waiting a moment longer, she began to read. ‘High school has a set of rules. No, I’m not talking about the ones imposed by the principal and teachers, I’m talking about the ones set by students themselves. Rules which seem to have been passed down from generation to generation. These rules are how we define the hierarchy of the entire school. Valley High has the most cliché hierarchy of them all. The social elite are made up of the football team and cheerleading squad. Our Queen? Savannah Miller. Every girl wants to be her, and every guy wants to date her. But what is life really like for high school royalty? First of all, it seems Miss Miller doesn’t have the natural sle

High school was the place where adolescence was at its peak, so for them doing these stupid stuffs were common. An Zihao too remembered this, the students back then was more interested in dating than studies; so, they used to enthusiastically part take in these kinds of stuffs. They held three polls- first, the dream guy of every girl, second, the man who girls want to take to bed, and third, the most popular hunk in school. An Zihao was popular back then but he stood in the second place in every aspect. But he was not a least bit angry because the guy who stood first in every poll was really something, and he personally admitted it.

The academy staff frowned on heavy drugs and would not condone the night train I wanted to ride this weekend. Too fucking bad. Monday was the first official day of our senior year. It bugged the fuck out of me and I didn’t want to think about it. There was more to this school than simply keeping us safe. Rochester halls are where we established ourselves. Our future partnerships and loyalties were built here. When we graduated we entered a life of violence and death. All for one reason. Family.