"Ew" , "Disgusting" , "Stupid Slut". The things I hear as I walk through the halls of Norway High School. The thing is I'm not an "ew". I'm not disgusting at all, and mostly I'm not a stupid slut. I get straight B's and I haven't went farther than kissing a guy on the lips.
I walk pass the most popular girls in the school Carissa, Brittany, and Addison and look at them totally disgusted. At the same time, I want to be with them. I pull back my long blonde hair and join my best friend Nicky at her locker. "Hey Aaron, why do you look so sad?" She asks me looking concerned. I pull back my long blonde hair and remain silent. She signs.
"I know what will make you feel better" she says smiling and grabbing my jacket. I smile back knowing what she is going to say.
"Don't tickle me, lets just go to breakfast you goofball". I tell her as we begin to walk to the cafeteria. We would be lucky if the "populars" don't bother us today. "Hey wannabes" someone says to us. We stop and turn around. I give out a big exhale. It's Carissa and her crew.
"What do you want Carissa?" I ask her with an attitude. Sometimes you just can't show when your down around these type of girls.
"Go and get me some breakfast and make sure you buy me some flavored water you little slut".
"Slut?" I ask. People start to huddle around us and I feel like I'm about to let her have it today. I'm tired of her bullying me and Nicky every day. Not today, not tomorrow will she ever say something else to me that I don't like. I'm checking her attitude today.
"Come on Aaron, it's not worth it". Nicky tells me and tugs on my jacket again.
"No! She is going to get what she puts out!" I yell at Nicky.
"Your the slut" I tell Carissa. "Your whole little crew is. How the hell do you think you got so popular? Huh? You sleep around and wear the shortest skirts so now you think you run this school. I'm not getting you a damn thing from the cafeteria". I tell Her again. Her face turns red and I can tell she's getting embarrassed.
"Now you take your own ass in there and get your own food." She throws a bitch fit and drops her things and walks over to me. "Let me tell you something" she says. She swings her brown hair in my face and I look at her like she has four heads. Before I knew what she was doing she slaps me. Right in the face, making me slip on her stuff and fall. All I remember is her hand lifting as if she was about to touch her hair, I totally black out after that.
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Aaron
Teen FictionAaron, Your typical girl that is a Junior at Norway High school that faces challenges in her life as a 17 year old Junior. She's rebuilding and building relationships with people she never knew she would. Will these relationships make or break her?