Our Never Ending Game

ONE

I think that it's safe to say that I hate everyone. Now I don't necessarily mean that I hate them, I just... hate them. You could say that I strongly dislike them, but that means there is a little bit of like in that, and that isn't true. I'm surrounded by people who believe that after this year ends, so does their life, which actually means their social life and we all know how important that is.

In attempt to salvage whatever is left in their pathetic social lives, they throw parties and get stupidly drunk. They post everything on social media and skip classes like it's medicine. They fight with others to try and show off their ego, or what's left of it, and most importantly - they try to make sure that everyone knows they are the best and there is no replacing them.

You know how it goes. You leave high school and move on to post-secondary school and you become so deep within your studies that you don't have time for that crazy social life you had back then and then slowly the insecurities begin to creep in on you. What if I'm not popular anymore? What if people stop inviting me to parties? Oh my god, what if I stop gaining likes on my posts? Or even worse.. what if I become irrelevant. Think Gossip Girl, but more realistic of course.

Little Town is as small as it gets. Everyone and their grandmothers know each other, which of course make it worse. I - on the other hand, will do whatever it takes to get out of here. I'm sick of the way everyone is so focused on how they are perceived in other people's eyes. Don't they know that life starts after? There is more to life than what you post and eat in a day, and there are other things to do than belittle people just to climb the social ranks of high school.

Some may say I'm bitter because of what's happened in my past, but I think I'm just honest to myself and more observant of things than others.

"Are you even listening to me?"

A voice echoes in the background of my thoughts as I get smacked on the head with an object.

"Ow!" I place my hand on the back of my head and rub the pain away.

I turn to my left and sitting beside me is Diana Ryder, my best friend. Who appears to be holding a text book, which is probably the same object she hit me on the head with. It's mid lunch and I've been trying to study for a math test next period but every time I hear a girl shriek, or a boy say some stupid pick up line, I get distracted and start over analyzing things like usual.

"I'm listening," I rolled my eyes at her.

"Oh yeah? what did I say?" She puts the text book down and folds her arms across her chest.

"I'm sorry," I frowned, "I'm just having a really shitty day. I hate math, why on earth do I need math if that's not what I'm going to be majoring in?"

I close the text book that's in front of me and turn to face my friend. She has no patience for school work, so it doesn't matter to her. She's smart, but absolutely hates putting in more effort than required. If she doesn't marry rich, I don't know what will happen to her. She's beautiful, with her black curls bouncing off her shoulders and her big brown dear eyes that you can't not stare at for a little while.

"I was saying, that there is a little get together this weekend and I think we should go."

"It's never just a get together, Di"

"Come on!" She tugs on my sleeve, "It's out last chance to actually do some things together before you get accepted somewhere far and we lose touch forever."

"We aren't going to lose touch, and anyway that's what the summer is for. We can go grab coffee afterschool." I shrug as I steal a fry off her plate.