The Popularity Pyramid

I Have The Ability To Shove My Fist Down Your Throat

Unsurprisingly, the rest of the morning was a blur, I hadn't yelled at Riv 'cause she didn't know any better. Although, now that I think about it, she never knows better.

"How the hot diggity juice was that Twerpbutt?" I whisper to my self, and attempt to think rationally. We were in our white suburban now, my mom is driving me and Watty to school, but Watty is chatting my ear off although I'm blocking him out. "Its impossible. Okay not impossible, but there is a minuscule chance, and I mean tiny teeny itsy weensy chance for him to be in this particular location-"

Watty groaned, interrupting my hypothetical reasoning, "Mom! Danno is talking with really big words!"

My mom looked through the back mirror biting her lip nervously, "How bad?"

"Uh, location, minuscule, particular, and hot diggity juice?" The last one came out as a question and I rolled my eyes.

You see, when I'm nervous or anxious I tend to say very large and/or unique words and my family never fails to acknowledge it when it happens. Like right now, for example.

My mom nodded, "Are you okay Danno?" I groaned as an answer, because she knows those aren't the usual big words I use. Watty broke the silence.

"Anyways, I watched Mean Girls last night-"

"Again?" Riv questions from the backseat, I stifle a laugh because Watty LOVES Mean Girls, and everyone realizes this.

Watty snorted, "Yes, again, you ding dong." So much sass and not enough space.

"Mooooom! Wat-Wat cwalled me a ding dong!" Riv whined, giving me a headache.

"Don't call me Wat-Wat." Watty grumbled, "But, I also have the ability to shove my whole fist in my mouth." Ugh, my migraine is getting worse by the second.

I growled inaudibly, "I have the ability to shove my fist down your throat." No one heard me as the car came to a stop, and I saw BEAR HIGH SCHOOL sign. I sigh, I hate school. I mean everyone thinks that I enjoy it because everyone bows down to me. But I honestly don't because that exact reason. I guess you could say this school is unBEARable. Haha. No? Okay.

"You better hurry." Mom broke my thoughts Watty and I got out. You see Watty is very smart for a nine year old. So smart in fact, he has to attend as a Junior in high school rather than being a normal third grader. Yes, and I make fun of him for actually being smarter than a fifth grader. "Happy Birthday!" Everyone chorused, but Watty just mumbled it and I smiled at his enthusiasm. There were no onlookers so I slid the door shut, and separated from my family.

I hurry because I already have enough tardies, even though it's only the middle of the school year. I scurry to English. Well, I stopped at the door and straighten my dress and clothes. I shaved my legs? Check. Sass? Always on point. Let's get this humiliation over with.

"Nice of you to join us, Delilah." Mrs. Blake said as I entered the class. Boys were wolf whistling, causing me to internally cringe, but my facade, as always, remained neutral.

I smiled sweetly, "It was nice of me wasn't it? What can I say, I'm being particularly generous today." I sat down as cooly as I can. This caused snickers, no, not the candy, to erupt in the classroom. I smirked on the outside, but on the inside I hate being this person. But I have to, so I wouldn't be bullied, like my dad did to me all those years. I have this facade, a defense mechanism, that automatically comes out in front of rude people. Basically the whole school. But I only do this to the people who pressure me the most.

Adults.

So I never back talk people my age and students from this school, only to teachers and bosses if I have to.