Hey there Delilah

Friday October 30th 8:15am
I'm Charlotte Kennedy. I'm not really that interesting and most people around school probably know me as the bisexual girl from maths or as the girl who stole head girl from Delilah Robinson. To be honest being head girl over Delilah Robinson is probably more important to most people then actually being head girl in the first place. Delilah Robinson on the other hand is known as Delilah the should've been head girl and the most popular girl in year thirteen.I wish I could be like her.

You know if I got a hot athletic boyfriend my friends would probably throw a party (a private one with films and just the four of us) in celebration. Clearly Delilah's friends aren't as 'funny' as mine. Delilahs boyfriend George Finch is captain of the rugby team and is mutually agreed as one of the most handsome boys in school by the female population. He's all dark curly hair and blue eyes and dimples. Still Delilah could be considered out of his league. Out of anyone's league to be honest. Delilahs face would look good on a billboard convincing you to buy whatever she's endorsing. Long blonde hair, round green eyes and pink lips. In short Delilah is like a magnet for popularity she attracts friends, boys and grades like it's nothing.

These jealous thoughts filled my head as I watched her walk into school. I leaned on a wall and pretended to be listening to my friends talking as I really watched Delilah laugh at something george had said while holding a Starbucks reusable cup in her hand. Of course the schools princess is also an environment conscious version of a typical white girl. Her blonde hair bounces as she walks as if she just woke up with perfect waves at the ends. I run a hand through my own reddish, brown hair and sigh quickly rearranging it to hide my over sized forehead. "Charlotte!" I snap back to the moment as my friend Sofia raises an eyebrow "sorry what was it Sofia?" I asked. Sofia sighed over exaggerating the motion and making her long dark hair fall into her face "I said are you coming to Amelia Campbells Halloween party on Friday" I thought about that for all of two seconds before replying "no way" Sofia sighed "come on Charlotte please" she said before turning and tugging on our other friend Morgan's arm to get his attention "Morgan help me convince Charlotte to come to Amelia campbells halloween party" Morgan shrugged in reply "you act like I'm keen on parties in the first place" he said. Sofia groaned "come on morgan!" "Negatives of being the only cis het member of your friend group" morgan joked. I laughed but inside I knew that the reason us non cis het people don't enjoy parties is because we've all felt shame at them. I think the school existence runs on shame all the popular people must conform in order to avoid shaming themselves into losers while the losers must deal with shame in the air as they walk the halls. Morgan's right I suppose the popular people will all be at this party. There's no doubt Delilah Robinson will be there in the best costume there and George Finch will probably be dressed in something matching her as well.

I turn to look at Morgan's blondish brownish fringe which he flicks out his eyes "scary film night?" I propose which gets... mixed responses. "Yesss" Morgan's facade of a low voice cracks and we all wince but carry on as if nothing happened. "No way" says Sofia "let's put it to a vote" says Morgan confident the fourth member of our group Harry fisher will agree with our film night. "Where is Harry?" Questions Sofia turning to look for him. I check my watch and frown "yeah he's late shall I call him?" I ask looking up and around the carpark. I get out my phone to do just that but before I can press call I see Harry's beaten up red car pull into the carpark at what I suspect to be a decent amount more then the speed limit. The poor car hurtles towards us at such a pace that Sofia begins stepping away from the spaces and Morgan quickly follows. I just sigh and step to the side. Harry slows down significantly suddenly causing a shriek of the brakes to attract the entire car parks attention when he bumps the curb and causes another dent in his bumper. "Harry how many times do we need to tell you to stop crashing the car" Sofia opens the passenger door to tell him.

Harry hops out his side of the car with a wide grin across his face "honestly soph it's fine" he pull his bag out the back seat and slams the door before fumbling for his keys and locking the car. "Harry this Friday should we go to Amelia campbells halloween party or stay in and watch scary films" Morgan says confident that Harry's autistic, gay ass will pick the films "the party" he starts walking and our jaws drop as Sofia laughs "ha I win" she says "well actually it's even" I say. "We'll go to the party after one or two scary films" Morgan decides sighing "yessss" Sofia punches the air and we run to catch up with Harry's bouncy long legged pace "why the party?" I ask confused by his choice which does seem out of character. "Fred will be there" I see Morgan's face soften. Fred is our codename for George finch who as well as being a very popular athlete with a girlfriend is Harry's long term crush. "Fine" I say.

we walk into school together a band of mismatched friends all of whom are a bit off the standard the school expects from us. First Harry light brown ,short hair and sparkly brown eyes. Tall and with defined cheekbones he sticks out above the other students before you even add his autism and being one of about five openly gay members of our year. Then Sofia short with long dark hair wearing enough makeup for the whole group taking big steps to keep up with Harry's long legs the reason she a normal girl would want to be friends with us is not quite understood by anyone . Next me another member of those five openly gay people everyone knows I'm bisexual it's probably in the top three most well known things about me, head girl badge glinting. Finally Morgan with his light, limp hair, pale skin and brown eyes one of two trans members of our year. We make an odd bunch and we'd look even more out of place at a party.