So Are We Suppose To Fall In Love Or What?

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It's Monday today. That unfortunately means it's a school day.

The sun is streaming in through my windows but the cool atmosphere is still present through the weather today. It's fall currently so people ordering psl's from Starbucks, knit sweaters, and thigh high socks are inclusive during this season.

I quickly get dressed - which consists of a printed graphic designed white shirt, white jeans from some brand or something and a pair of white converse. My style is awful, let me tell you that.

The path to school is unbelieveably messy (not that much of a surprising thing to mention). Crunchy dried leaves cover the entirety of the pavement making it hard to resist kicking those neatly piled over the side there.

"Liz! OH MY GOD," her voice rang in my right ear, and when I mean her, I mean Lauren Andrea Margaret (yes it kinda sounds like a first name but yeah it's her last).

I stop in my tracks and sent a wave her way and switch to my speed-walking mode which I perfected throughout my high school years. Oh, how wonderful is my talent? It manages to knock those jocks out - note the sarcasm (also a talent of mine shining through my aura)

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that I don't have friends except for this complete opposite of me. The tight pink skirt and the white knitted sweater pretty sums up my explanation.

She's currently blabbering about this hot guy named Taylor or something. He's a jock and a year older than the both of us. Another fun fact about this suspected hunk (yikes) is that he has been rumored for sleeping with an estimated 25% of the female population in this school but of course, the teacher aren't getting some from him because of one thing; that's fucking gross.

Our English teacher though, Ms. Jones, who's only 3 years older than him is being said to have slept with him one time in the lounge found deep in the unfortunate halls of the library which is also one of the things scarier than Math.

Moving on, back to the fact that I am indeed late for my first class. Of course strolling through the school halls isn't that bad, besides the part where my fellow peers clear out the middle and sift to the sides, pressed against the lockers to give way for me, I'm talking about the part where it will be mostly empty except for that one hippie group that gets high in the grungy bathrooms and locked themselves in for the rest of the period.

I push open the wooden doors to the beautiful and heavenly place called school - also note the sarcasm, and I was taken aback due to the amount people crowding the hallways but besides that, I'm also fairly happy, thanks to my lowered chances on getting detention today. The place where I probably spent more in than in classes in total (omg so many in's).

"Hey, why'd you leave me?" Lauren squeaked beside me.

And I just replied with a subtle shrug and a "sorry".

"Oh yeah, I remember we have a little get together in the gym before break. Our guidance counselor kinda decided to plan out a get-to-know-each-other event or something."

"What the fuck? Seriously?"

"Uh huh, and I heard Taylor go-"

She was cut off by our gym teacher, Mr. Crawford, who is apparently holding an attendance paper clipped on a plastic clipboard, "Well, aren't you ladies suppose to head down to the gym this time 'round?" With a quick glance, I saw him checking off our names with a noisy metal ballpen.

Faint sounds of laughter and screaming were building up in the gym as Laur and I approach and push open the clear doors of the gym.

"Settle down, settle down," Ms. Stephenson, our guidance counselor, starts out in the mic. "Okay, so I am here to gather you all to talk about being social with one another," she continues as she pulls out a piece of paper and reads it. "So this morning, we'll be sitting down in these arranged chairs around the table and move clockwise after a minute of talking to the person in front of you."