There is this one unchangable thing about school. the class. now when i say the class i dont mean the class room. Here i am talking abput the real class popularly known as "the strata".
green mountain college has always been known in the whole of the west district to produce schoolars who would top the world in almost all fields of educational endevour. but as the saying goes, all work and no play makes whoever it is a doll ass kid. being a schoolar of the college was not just enough.what made it enough was being one of the hottest or richest or even the most handsome and beautiful student in the college.
usually, the guys had to be hot enough to be accepted by the girls. on the other hand the girls had to be hot too. npw when i say hot i mean being beautiful, curvy in the right places, some times being smart and being able to "do the do" just the way the guys love it. I mean, it is a bit of too much but these are just the criterias. doesnt have any thing wrong with it. just a give and take between youths who love to live the life.
all these life styles didnt actually come and go without a rise and fall of one empire or the other. there were periodic heart breaks for both the handsomes and the beautifuls. this mostly occur when the girl comes across a richer or hotter dude. his grade doesnt matter for as long as the money and satisfaction keeps coming. as for the guys, they tend to move on with hotter and some times richer babes but most of the time it os usually the lady figure that attracts them.
Oh sorry for not introdicing my self on time. my name is mark stone popularly known as "the saving grace" the nick name or do i say title was goving to me when i unfolded the mystery behind a very interesting event i. college. you will get to know about it as i tell you more.
My first year in higj school was that of the good boy. I could still remember leaving home for college after receiving mums lecture about life and me promissing to be a good boy qhich she made me do. i and my best friend willy were to resume at the college together so our parents dropped us off at the bus stop.
Willy was my real sucide of a friend. my boy could do just any thing for me just like unlike me willy was a bit reserved and scared of certain things, especially when they involved confrontations like talking to girls and having a fight which may lead to rustication. he would always use his mums BP issue as an excuse not to endulge. but it was a good one thou. i got to umderstand him better later. well thats gona be a story for another day.