poinciana high school

phs, a not so glorious school, located in central florida, but out of all the schools nearby, it’s the apparently the best possible option if you want to make sure you hear the hispanic bart simpson look alike blast a disgustingly sh-tty reggaeton remix of ispy across the school. getting more crowded by the year, mainly by puerto ricans, and freshmans with the height of a garden gnome, the best part about this school is that it’s rich, rich with the whitest rednecks florida could ever offer, and the special mumbling soundcloud rappers) who’s hopes are too high. its a highschool straight out of the back of your head, a hot counselor with a sh-tty personality, dean’s who purposely target students who could be blamed for anything possible, and a bald princ-p-l that likes to give a false impression of how the school district is. like many schools, it’s filled with pot heads, lesbians, f-ckboys, sl-ts, and your usual batch of shady whites with a spice of corruption. the school tries too hard to impress and improve the education but continue to waste money on anything but education itself. grab some popcorn and get ready to be entertained by a sh-tload of idiots who think dry humping and screaming mumbles of rap lines is funny, and occasional fights that break out for the dumbest reason you could possibly think of. but then when you lay back, you think to yourself, “why the f-ck does this school exist?”
anon: oh boy, have you heard of poinciana high school?
anon2: nope
anon3: isn’t it filled with lesbians and corrupted teachers?