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 A Day in the Life of an LM Girl By Sarah Leonard and Gabby Natter Once upon a time, in a valley not so far away, lived a high school girl named Britney. Every school day Britney would wake up at 5:30 in the morning. She would shower, put on her MAC makeup, straighten her too long hair, and get dressed. Her outfit would always consist of Ed Hardy leggings, a different pair of UGGs then the day before, tiffany necklace, and her newest Juicy jacket. Driving to school in her Lexus convertible with Britney Spears blasting, she’d stop by Starbucks. When she got to school it would take her approximately ten minutes just to get her locker open. At homeroom she checked her iPhone and saw she has 12 new text messages from her friends. Britney gets through her midtrack classes. She doesn’t pay an ounce of attention because she’s texting her friends while chomping on her gum. When she got out of school she calls her personal hairdresser and makes an appointment. Britney gets her blonde highlights touched up then returns home. When she finally got home she “studied” [a.k.a. goes on Facebook] for thirty minutes straight. Britney’s status becomes “**jerseeyyyyshooreeee<3”** as she turns on her tv. Her iPhone buzzes with a text from her friends inviting her to a “legit bangin’ party”. Instead of studying for her finals she goes to the party. Five hours later Britney returns home with a thrashing headache and intense nausea. Finally she passes out on the bathroom floor at 1:30 a.m. then wakes up the next day to start it all over again.

By Gabby Natter: This is the story of a boy and a girl Who fell for each other and lost sight of the world Cupid hit them with an arrow so strong They'd never be apart for very long So a harsh lesson they both had to learn While deepening sorrow they both earned The girl gor sick from a fatal disease Yet seeing her still made him go weak in the knees When a visit from the reaper very soon loomed The boy and the girl both knew she was doomed So as her breathing stopped and her heart beat slowed He whispered parting is such sweet sorrow Slowly and painfully the girl went to sleep The boy could do nothing but sit there and weep Though cruel sick fate forced them to part Each other htey still held dear in their hearts He wanted ot see her and hold her close So he made a plan that would frighten most He tried himself to get the same fate A his deceased and loving mate Day by day the illness spread From the boys toes all the way to his head One day the boy's eyes began to close Until the young boy was simply no more But then at least they were together at last Just like old times, old times in the past.