If you’re a bit like me and love reading teenage fiction, there is no better novel to read than HIGH SCHOOL STAR written by JEREMY SHUM which we are told will be out in stores Summer 2009 (in the United States – Europe, China, Japan, Australia may receive it a bit later on if it proves to be popular). Apparently, a PDF and the audio will cost $7.49 online too.
LEAKED copy of HIGH SCHOOL STAR by JEREMY SHUM (Chapter 3 – pre-release version!!!!) <– must see young teenagers!!!!!!! This is a leaked copy of HIGH SCHOOL STAR written by JEREMY SHUM to be released in summer 2009. This is a prerelease version which was leaked by an employee of the publishing company appanrelty and it is legal =) Here it is and send it to all ya friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As with all leaked stuff most importantly of all remember to buy it when it comes out *winks* LOL!
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CHAPTER 3: SAVE ME THE EMBARRASSMENT
Save me the embarrassment.“Mom”, I exclaimed, “You’re not coming with me in that”. It’s not like one day I grew up, and wanted to discard my parents. No. It’s just that they don’t understand me. My Dinosaur mother just didn’t go through what I’m going through, and to have your mom dressed in daggy clothes was the last thing a fifteen-year-old girl needed.“Bad news”, dad enters into the room declaring.“I’m adopted”, I taunted. “It looks like we may need to sell some of our belongings to cover the rent for the house”, dad continues. I started to begin to envision all of the things I had come to store up over my teen years, and what sort of prioritization I could afford in discarding my somewhat less-needed items.“This is the worse I’ve ever been treated in life”, I exclaim thundering out of the lounge, into the study.“Wait until you get married”, mom exclaims.****“Miles, can we talk?” dad says.“God, what?” I shout, pulling my right earplug out of my ear.“Forgot, dad should leave message on daughter’s MySpace rather than addressing her”, he mutters quietly to himself.“Oi”, I scream, as the revving on my annoying little brother’s Playstation blots out all of the noise in the house, “stop playing your stupid little car games”.It’s not so much that I was an angst or hormonal teenager, or maybe it was, but if everyone around me could shut up and stop annoying me, maybe I wouldn’t be a pissed off so-called “typical” teenager. After all, its thanks a lot to the Industrial Revolution that young people were displaced, causing the social construction of the categorization of “adolescence”.“Listen, I know I said I was going to buy you the new iPhone 3G”, dad continues, “but it seems like we are a bit tight on the budget, so…”“I was gonna show it to all my friends so they wouldn’t think we’re that pov”, I interrupted, “Nice one dad – Thanks!” I exclaim.****Mom was finally ready to head out. Not entirely what you’d call exquisite or elegant, but at least endurable.You see, we were going out shopping, and I had always fretted about shopping with my mother. Guys all know that girls one day turn out like their mothers, and imagine if a guy saw me with my mom. God, such depressive deliberation should not even come into the mind of a teen.Anyway, the ride was great for it was a bright sunny day, and we were heading out to Chapel St Mall which was the biggest, brightest, and best shopping precinct in town.“You look a bit emo today”, mom said as her eyes met mine, which received a tremendously ample application of black outliner this morning.“Emo?” I taunt, “More like emo-mazing”.Soon, we arrived at Chapel St Mall, and had found a free car park close by.“One small step for Miley”, I said stepping out of the car, “But one large step for Mankind”, I chuckled, feeling fictitiously fantastic, but unsure as to whether what I had just said actually made any sense.As I was about to race into the Atlantis of Shopping Malls, through the car park, before actually distancing five odd meters from our car, I find myself lying on the bitumen after knocking into a rather pale girl.“I’m sorry”, I quickly declare, trying to get myself off the ground and wiping my dusty hands on my skirt. The girl also lifts herself off the ground slowly.“I’m –““Sara?” I interrupted. I had seen her several times at school before, but I had never really talked with her for she was from a different cliché than me. “Oh no”, my mom cries out from behind, staring into her phone.“What?” I sneered, “You just received an SMS from a space zombie from Pluto asking you to return to Planet Too-Too?” “Miley, I’m really sorry about this, but it looks like I will need to head off to work for an unexpected meeting which seems to involve a presentation to one of our biggest clients so I’m going to need to head off – have fun with uh–”.“Sara”, she says finishing off mom’s sentence.I vowed to myself once and for all that if I were ever to become a mother, I’d be a real mom; one who actually cared more about the title of parent than the one on her business card.Anyway, introduce yourself to Sara the Book Worm. Head honcho of the East Northumberland High Book Club. I hated books with a passion, and in particular, the King and Queen of book land: the “book worms”. Sara wasn’t exactly ugly. She was hot, minus the braces; the fashion, hair and make-up, and maybe the fragrance.
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CHAPTER 4: PRINCESS FROM THE UNDEAD
“Where’s my novel Princess of the Undead?” I thought to myself scurrying through a pile of books that I had taken out of my bag, which seemed to be somewhat comparable to the height, and shape, of the Leaning Tower of Pisa.“Have you lost something”, Mandy calls from the desk beside me. “Yes”, I exclaimed, “my social life”. It was English, and I was in year twelve, and approaching the end of the year: the forever-dreaded SAT’s were coming up soon. I don’t know why SAT stood for Schools Admissions Test, since for every normal student, excluding book worms, which I couldn’t properly provide representation for, stood for something more like the Sick and Twisted.There was probably no subject I hated with a passion more than English. Our teacher, Ms. Mattiske, was, I guess, fairly nice, but a rather hard marker. And to reiterate what I mean by “hard marker”, if you were to score above eighty-five percent, which was an A, you would be William Shakespeare. “So hydrogen and oxygen are getting a drink, and gold walks in, and they go ‘Au, get out of the bar’”, Jeremy says walking pass the front of my desk and through the side to the seat behind me, “Because, you know, Au is the atomic symbol for gold”, Jeremy clarifies.“Ah, ha, ha”, Mandy taunts.“Someone’s looking towards the SAT”, I say in a rather rhetorical tone.“Oh, look who woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning”, Jeremy laughs.“You know what Miley”, Mandy says, “A lot of people think these SAT questions are difficult; Not me.” “No?” I gasp.“No”, she replies, “These questions all have answers”.
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It’s looking as if though the last parts of Chapter 3 & Chapter 4 are missing. If anybody has them they can message me via the blog and I will add it. It looks as if the leak was not entirely successful or the message must’ve been truncated when it was sent around.
It looks as if though the High School Musical and Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus conglomerated spin-off will indeed be a massive hit, with many young girls on the Internet already adding HIGH SCHOOL STAR wallpaper onto their MySpaces, FaceBooks, and YouTubes. It looks like HIGH SCHOOL STAR is set to be one of the “big names” in Summer 2009. Watch out for its release!
