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xxxxxx♞ El Paso High was pretty much just like every other high school. The students there all only have two things in common: they’re teenagers and they all hate their home. But, really, what is a home? The dictionary states that a home is nothing but shelter, but to some, it’s much more than that. The high school had a raffle for the seniors, where ten students—five of both genders—could win a trip to New York where they would somehow mix learning with having fun and touring the city that never sleeps. There would be two teachers, Mr. and Mrs. Sharpe, who would be their chaperone’s for a whole month, teaching them the history of New York. But, really, who’s there to make sure of that?
xxxxxx♞On their way there, they discused with the students that they would be staying at The Pierre, where the rooms could be co-ed at 2 per room. They would have $1,500 in spending money every week. They would have five hours of touring a week, and they would have small quizzes about what they learned, just so that they would be in no risk of getting in trouble. They could do whatever else they wanted other than that, but if they got arrested, everyone would go back home. That was, of course, something that nobody wanted, and so they agreed.The plane ride was 4 hours. Now, the students and their chaperones are getting off the airplane and making their way to the hotel. The only problem is, not everyone is happy because, as it goes everywhere, not everyone likes eachother. So what will happen? Will there be fights or planted seeds of love and alliance? Everyone is different, and nobody escapes the wrath of New York City.
