I've learned to avoid Dallas and to keep my head down. At lunch, Dallas, Zelda, and the rest of the Daily Dazers all sit together in the cafeteria. I try to avoid them when I get my lunch, which also means I usually eat outside alone. Sometimes I read, sometimes I listen to music, and sometimes I just think while I'm out there.
I've noticed that there are groups of people with similar personalities that huddle together at lunch. For instance, there's the band geeks, those who are in bands, the cheerleaders, the preps, the stoner's, the theatre nerds, and the art kids. Then there's me, the loner. I'm not the only person in this stereotypical group, there are others, but they all scatter themselves and sit alone, hence the name. Not many groups intermingle with other groups, but it's not like that is totally forbidden. It's just uncommon.
The only other time I have to worry about running into them is during our passing periods. I usually keep my head down while I walk. Sometimes I hear them talk as they pass me. I don't think they ever notice me, but that's good. I don't want them too because I don't want to ruin anything for them. They have to be able to live their lives without me crashing down on them. I just have to lie low for a while.
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Ficção AdolescenteJodie Sizemore is a normal teenager--she lives in a nice house, goes to a good school, and has a group of loyal friends. However, there are a few inevitable obstacles that seem to prevent her from enjoying her life, also known as Generalized Anxiety...
