Ky
High school. Even mentioning it is a nightmare starting once more. Thank gosh I only have 2 more years. I realize that I have to get my act together and fill out my college applications. Not to make it seem like I hate school, because I love studying. I like to read. The main thing that totally unnerves me is the people. There are the Wannabes, the Social Climbers, and the ‘Perfects’. But like everything else in life, things have to have their polar opposites. For example, we have the Gaming Geeks/Role-Play Freaks, Band Nerds, and everyone else who are not *worth* putting into categories. I am a girl. 16. Crazy and insane. This year is going to be long...and it starts in less than 2 weeks.
River
Football Season has been going great! I’m going to walk in the front doors of school - after rising and shining and finishing up my scheduled breakfast, shower, and spiffing up - I’m going to make people appreciate me for winning all the previous games. All need is to avoid the uncool people, and keep my status, I just have to find a new girlfriend to make the opening scene. Oh yeah. Star quarterback! Can you say “Whoop Whoop?”
Ky
Almost two weeks have gone by, and school starts very soon. You can hear the buzz of the annoying cheerleaders squeal about what they want to where on the first day of school. Others, you can just feel the anxiety and fear radiate off them. The freshmen, however stay calm and collected throughout the week while filing in with friends for class registry. I personally think they are naive. They’ll see. Give them a week in high school. Or, better yet, just a day, and see how quickly they change their minds.
Milling around Dairy Queen, trying to decide what I want to order, I see my best, and possibly only friend, bounce toward me.
“Hey! Kyelle! Have you picked out what you want to wear for the first day of school?” This is Aishleigh, with her classic annual question since the 4th grade. Though we’ve known each other since kindergarten, we’ve built up our friendship the year of 4th grade. Now, it’s Junior year, and whaddaya know?
“No. I’ll just attend school in my normal attire.” I say, nonchalantly.
“Well, if you needed something to wear, I thought you’d might like to borrow something of mine that I thought would look really cute on you, or that we could go pick out clothes at the mall together, or--”
“Look, Aish, you know I don’t do the whole ‘shopping’ thing. It’s not my scene.” I interjected.
“Well I was just thinking that, you know...These are our last years of high school, and I thought that we should make the best of it. I also thought that maybe you would be in for a wardrobe change. You know...” She says with a tremor, sounding unsure.
“You think I have to change? I don’t really care what people think about me, because you know, the amount of pain is directly proportional to the amount of care given. Change is the resultant of people thinking that they can’t be themselves because of what the ‘Perfects’ would classify them, whereas, I couldn’t give two cents.”
“Please, though? Can’t you try this, just for one day? You even sound like a nerd referring everyday life as something out of a Physics book.” She chastises me. What a way to persuade me into a day of humiliation with whatever she was planning for the first day of school.
“But science is part of---”
“Uh, how about no?”
“But--” She cuts me off once more.
“No.” I can tell it’s no use arguing with her, when she’s being very adamant about a topic. I, on the other hand is blatant about it. “You are coming with me to pick out clothes, and you better wear them. You, sweetheart, are in for the best years of your life. All you have to do, is follow me. Willing or not, you will do do as I say.” And so I did. My dessert plans completely forgotten.
