Looking at the Truth

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

   The halls are full of people shoving and yelling at each other to the door, scrambling down the steps to get into their ride and drive home to laze around. And I’m one of them.

   My decision was to be someone who is known to be a powerful person, and that got me to be the most popular kid in school, and dominating someone whose mother is a celebrity (Rachelle) . Like I swore four years ago I promised to be confident and strong, and that I hide all of my pain and sorrow by being joyous my whole life. Eventually, the videos and photos of the fight are all behind the many things people have been doing, so no one hardly remembers that. And that’s what made me to believe, that I can be someone new, the most popular kid in school. Though, sometimes I wish I didn’t have to be. I’ve learned that there are two kinds of people in Nathaniel High: the ones who appreciate me, and the ones who hate me. The popular kids look up to me, as if I was their leader, which I practically am, and the kids who hate me are usually friends with Rachelle, as if there are teams on who’s with me or her. But the percentage of people who like me than don’t, is almost the entire senior class, so it’s not such a huge deal to be nervous that people hate me.

   In my opinion, being popular isn’t what it is, no matter what the kids say in school. They think that being popular is doing the extreme, being rich, being hot. But when you think about it anyone can be hot or be extreme or rich. It’s just judged by a person’s perspective on who they know. You can meet a person who’s hot then meet someone who isn’t, but actually is because other people say so. And that’s how people judge each other, to determine if one’s worthy enough 

to be noticed. But when you do, it’s no joyride. Do one thing then it’s known as

big a big deal, or when something is exposed, it’s a conversation starter. I don’t want that kind of life where being the best has its worst moments, but I’m not saying people who aren’t popular have it any better. Maybe I believe that you should be the better part of yourself, leaving your worst at home, or to someone who can actually see you as how you believe you want them to. Only thing is, you don’t have an idea who it is, or how long it would take for you to find that person.

“Maybe I can do the presentation and you do the essay. What do you think?” 

   Mason and I were at my place, again, planning out what to do next. It has been week since we’ve started the project, and we’ve been getting along pretty well. At school I hardly get to talk to him, mostly because Rachelle’s around him, and she’d shoo me off before I can say a word, but even if she wasn’t around I have nothing to talk to him about that’s non-school related, besides the first time he visited, that was luck. He probably has the same thought of not talking to me, too. Once in a while, though, we’d say hi or wave, but it’s after school at my place where we talk a lot, even if it’s just about the assignment. You’re lucky that you get to talk to your crush at all.

   “I’m okay with that,” Mason responded, tapping on rhythm, on his closed laptop. “I’ll make sure the essay will be amazing, even if I have to do an interpretive dance with it.” He got down on all fours and mouthed out what seems to be a loud roar. I was guessing he was Leo the Lion by the way he’s slowly circling around on my rug, like he’s about to fight an animal, and giving me fierce looks whenever I try holding in my laughter, like he’d kill me if burst out laughing.

   “Okay,” I said, after he got back up on two feet, where I started to settle down. “You don’t have to do that. In theater or dance, maybe.” He’s quite a humorous boy, even in worse cases he knows how to make it better.