The Lying Game [Re-written]

So Called Cinderella

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INTRODUCTION

'So Called' Cinderella

Zoe's POV:

Some like to argue that the best experiences in a young teenager's life are usually spent in school. Certainly it doesn't apply to everyone; there's always one lonesome girl who doesn't seem to fit in with the crowd. I, for one, fall into that unfortunate description. For starters, I've had my fair share of unlucky moments where my presence wasn't visible to most people. I didn't mean it literally, just metaphorically.

Surprisingly, my problem isn't that I didn't try hard enough. I made the mistake of pretty much getting used to the way I was typically persuaded. As a result, I've been frequently overlooked by people who have a tendency to easily miss me or have no idea who I am.

What adds icing to the cake, within the irony of my situation, is that it has remained unchanged for as long as I can remember. Being considered shy and quiet for so long has indeed proven to be quite a difficult hurdle for me to endure, and to say otherwise would be lying. It's regrettable to think that all of this started with a boy named Kyosuke Takeshi, my earliest romantic infatuation in the sixth grade.

The bleacher section was in full swing with overly excited teens. Cheering loudly and upbeat feet stomping could be heard all over the gymnasium. Nothing can silence this ecstatic moment. Why do you ask? Well, the annual pep rally has taken place.

To put it another way, it's merely an excuse to have the whole school come together in celebration of Spirit Week. Thus, all students, including myself, were obligated to attend. Although, I personally would have preferred to be spending my leisure time doing anything else, rather than this snooze fest. As if that weren't torture enough, students were dressed in solid white or blue coordinated outfits, and the gym was bursting with an array of colorful decorations. Whereas, I held my doubts about how engaging in any of these activities would make the experience more enjoyable.

On the bright side, the marching band was decent; I couldn't say the same about the newly recruited cheerleaders, who paraded around in identical short pleated skirts and pom poms. A couple of the girls were so self-absorbed, to the point where they felt the need to deliberately stray from the group's rhythm in order to stand out. Even so, all it did was throw off the other remaining girls, who were trying to keep their movements in sync. Everything was a train wreck, in my opinion.

But despite the cheer squad's terrible performance in the audience's eyes, not one of them voiced any complaints simply because every single female within the group fits the stereotypical beauty standard, making them pleasant to look at. They're gullible for assuming if someone has an attractive appearance, it automatically equals talent; this way of thinking is obviously not remotely true.

By that time, I felt someone's shoulder carelessly bump into mine, and in doing so, they accidentally spilled some of their sugar-coated plastic cup smoothie onto my clothes. Leaving the white material of my sleeve stain in a caramel-color substance.

Ahh...

No, out of all my clothes, it had to be my favorite printed hoodie sweatshirt to have been ruined. How delightful. And recognizing my crucial streak of poor luck, I should've known better.

In all seriousness, though. If teachers here had first prohibited students from bringing outside refreshments, it would've avoided possible accidents or inconveniences. Especially during school functions such as this one.