Popularity the most powerful thing in this school. Kelly high school, I hate this school. People don't care about the way you feel, they just care about the way you look and the way you act. You have to be cool enough for people to even notice you. I'm invisible, no one notices me at all. All I really care for at the moment is passing school and actually getting an education.
I care about education so much, I believe that if I study very hard and get good grades, (even if I hate this school) I'll get where I need to go. I'll have my dream job and that's photography. I love the way pictures can just capture memories and how you get to look back at the picture and it's just wow. You'll just say,"...remember this..." Sometimes you can just take a picture of an object and you get to see how beautiful that object can be. I'm not that type of person that if I love photography I'll have all those different types of cameras. No, I just use what I can use, and that's my iPhone 5. I wish I can get a camera, a camera that can have the most perfect vision. Seeing everything crystal clear.
Although, I always think to myself, "Where the fuck is photography going to take me to?" Honestly, photography probably won't get me the money I need. Yes, it is my dream to do this, but it just won't cut it for me. Is photography going to help me maintain my family.
I think not, so you know what I chose my major as....IT. Freaking Informational Technology... could I have chose something more boring?
(Majors in this school helps you stay focused on one subject to study.)
IT has just some of the things I'm interested in and that's computers/math. I am good with these type of things.
God, I sound like a nerd. No wonder no one talks to me.
It is so difficult to fit in now a days. I've just started freshmen year.
Well that's awesome because it gives me a fresh start. Especially because I went to a school where no one knew who I really was.
In middle school most people knew me from elementary and then we all had the three years together, so we knew each other pretty well. I have made some bad mistakes in middle school, but that's the past.
I see it in that way, but everyone seems to remember and likes to put that against me. I'm not perfect you know?
Unlike them, they think they're perfect and that they don't have any single imperfection.
Maybe if the girls stop putting on tons of make-up they could actually show their true colors. I mean putting some make-up on is nice, but putting on layers of it.... It's kind of "yuck".
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Holy crap I'm gonna be late for school. I need to hurry up or I'll miss the bus. I mean c'mon this is Chicago, it's a pretty busy city.
I put one leg in my skinny jeans and then the other. I put on a Doctor Who shirt that has the TARDIS on it and at the bottom it says,"Geronimo".
I brush my teeth, wash my face, then I run to my room and I put some lotion and deodorant on. "Shit, I have to hurry." I tell myself as I put on my black converse. I grabbed my back pack and I grabbed my Ventra card then I left my house.
As I was going down the stairs I remembered something "my keys"... So I went back up the stairs and knocked hard so my mom could hear me. "God damn it, mom." I say to myself in a low voice."MOM!Can you please give me my keys."
"Caroline, why are you still here?"
"Why do you think mom?"
She opens the door and hands me my keys. I sigh,"Thanks mom."
"Wait." She says.
"Give me a kiss."
Really mom? I roll me eyes."Ugh."
I walk over to her and I give her a kiss on the cheek,"Bye mom!"
"Don't forget to pick up your sister."
"Right." I was annoyed but I still managed to get out a smile.
Sometimes I wonder why I wanted a sister so bad. Now that I've got one I'm just like, mom let me shove my sister back up your vagina. I'm just kidding, I love my sister, she's only a year old.
I walk at least two blocks to get to the bus stop. Kelly is pretty far from my house so I have to take the bus and the a train. Usually every time I wait for the bus it takes about ten to fifteen minutes to get there. It's perfectly fine as long as I get to school on time. I look to my left as I stand by the bus stop and I see a bus coming over the bridge. In front of the bus at the top it reads,"52A to orange line" in bright orange lights. Well that's me. The bus stops, I head inside, I tap my Ventra on the device, and I take a seat by the window. (Window seats are the best.) I open my back pack and I start reading Paper Towns.
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Becoming The Alpha
Non-FictionTeenage girl named Caroline trying to survive hell (Kelly High School). All that matters in High School is popularity and fitting into groups. She gets bullied and harassed by the alpha group, so she becomes them to beat them in their own game.
