The Selection Committee

The Game

They say that there's a lot wrong with this new generation.

From cyberspace to extreme skinny jeans, contemporary media and our parents have found more ways to judge us than we could ever imagine.

And until my first day of eleventh grade, I had always stood a firm believer that, although this generation had numerous faults, we made up for them with the countless great things we were doing.

But then, as all great things, this belief of mine came to a standstill as I, Aubrey Holden, found myself agreeing with generation x....

We were screw ups.

And before you start camping out on my front yard, cursing me for turning my back on GenY, I'm going to need you to take a couple of seats, and possibly grab a warm cup of tea, because what I'm about to tell you is probably going to blow your mind.

Or maybe it won't.

Maybe you go to Ardell High and this kind of thing is nothing compared to the air of inbreeding wafting around your small school, which somebody should really get a hold on.

Sorry, I'm deviating...anyways, that thing I was talking about?

The Selection Committee.

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Boys like Adam Kane did not stare at girls like me.

They were too busy staring at pictures of Gigi Hadid and Kylie Jenner on their cellphones to even look up long enough to know that I existed.

So why, the hell, was he gawking at me as if I was the latest addition at the museum?

"Bre, are you listening?"

I felt something wet trickle onto my fingers and I gasped, "Did you just pour soda onto my hand?!"

My best friend Katelyn Waithe and her boyfriend Julian *insert last name I never bothered to learn here* both sat across from me grinning as if this were funny.

"It's called pop" Julian guffawed grabbing a fry off Kate's plate.

I glared at him and rolled my eyes, "This is why I've never bothered to learn your last name"

"It's Ramirez" Kate laughed out loud and patted my hand dry with a tissue, "You know he's kidding"

Kate knew I wasn't absolutely taken with Julian but we had both learned, in our twelve years of friendship, that it was best to keep our distaste of each others boyfriends, crushes, and future husbands, to ourselves.

It wasn't that we didn't care about each other enough to listen to the others opinion, it was just that I always hated Kate's prospects and she always hated mine. It probably had to do with the fact that she dated the douchey stoners and the math kids were more my speed.

And before you go laughing, Bennett High happened to have some of the most attractive matheletes in all of northern California...besides, knowledge was sexy.

"Anyways" Kate drawled, "You know it's my little brothers birthday on Saturday and my mom was wondering whether you could pick up the cake, this year again. Bradley liked the stupid one you got him last year better then all of his presents combined"

I sputtered a laugh and nodded, "Sure thing"

I had been picking cakes up for Bradley's birthday since he turned eight, six years ago and I loved the kid as if he were my own brother.

Not that I had one but if I did, I'd want him to be just like Bradley.

When Bradley wasn't fixing old computers and cameras, he was working on the science equations his scientist father threw at him.