The Mean Girl

Prologue

Prologue

No one ever writes a story about the popular girl. Sure, they write about the dorky girl who gets the guy in the end or the cliché loser who has the most popular girl in school for a snobby step-sister, but NEVER do they write a story about being popular.

Which was exactly the point I was trying to argue to my creative writing teacher, Ms. Harlot (laugh, if you must), during my rapidly ending lunch period instead of gossiping with my friends.

"No, Ms. Johansen, this assignment was not set up to spite you, as incredulous as it may seem, but to boost everyone's creativity. The easiest story to write is always your own, right?"

Wrong, I wanted so badly to say. But somehow, through gritted teeth, it came out as, "Of course, Ms. Harlot."

Seemingly content with our understanding, she dismissed me to eat. Or so she thought.

I clicked my way down the nearly empty hallway in my Jimmy Choo slingback pumps and into the escape hatch staircase. I followed it all the way up to the roof and tossed my Victoria Secret's PINK glittery backpack to the side and slowly approached the edge of the roof.

Now, don't go thinking I'm some suicidal maniac ready to off myself because of a tough assignment. The gravel just always had a way of scraping my pumps the wrong way, and that was not much appreciated by my mother who inspected absolutely everything in my closet.

Sighing, I sat down and slipped off my shoes before depositing my legs over the edge. You see, my school was right at the heart of downtown and though it was only around noon, cars and people were bustling about in tacky, stiff suits that made even my maniacal cat cringe. And my cat is equally as stoic as a gargoyle statue.

Back to the dilemma at hand- I wasn't prepared to write this story. Don't get me wrong, I'm a phenomenal writer, and usually I leap at the chance to excel, but I hated writing about myself. Why? Because I felt like I didn't quite yet know who I was.

As juniors in high school, most kids knew where they wanted to go and how they wanted to get there. I didn't. Most kids had in mind whether they wanted to go to college of defer for a few years. I didn't. Most kids knew if they wanted to get married and have children or live the bachelor/bachelorette life. I didn't.

To everyone outside of this 5'3 ½ , 116 pound body, I'm a shallow pretty girl who invest more time in my wardrobe than my academics. To myself, I'm just a lonesome girl with a front row seat to the never-ending circus that is the high-end of high school popularity.

You think you have it rough? You don't know the half of it.

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~Keelah

This chapter has been edited as of 2-3-13