God. I hate school. There's all these places each kid fits in. There's the jocks, the popular kids, cheerleaders, athletes, and the freaks. I would say I'm a freak, but no- I don't even fit in there. It's so stupid. One minute everyone loves me, and the next... I'm nobody. I don't fit with the other boys here, and even if I changed myself fully, I wouldn't. Not if I cut my hair, joined a club or sport. Nothing.
"Hey champ!" someone yells from behind me. I turn to see Aaron. Aaron McDaniels. Hot basketball player that all the preppy girls want. Maybe even some outcast girls too. If I was a girl, he'd be last on my list. So basic. Anyways, back to what I was saying... He was waving at someone... Me? Nah, he wouldn't. I glance around, and look back at him.
"Uh.... Hi?" I reply, hoping I don't look like an idiot saying this to him. Oh no, but I do. He was waving at Jack. Another popular dude. Not super good in the looks but he's funny. He runs over to Jack, throwing his hand out so Jack'll dab him up.
I glance around the classroom. Everyone is with their friends. Girls with girls. Guys with guys. Girls with guys. Guys with girls. Everyone has their own place.
I don't know...
Where do I belong...?
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Fight or Flight
Teen FictionLucas Gazway has always been a lower class student. Yeah, he has the looks, the grades, the humor, but he never really fit into place with all the different cliques. But one day at lunch, when the one popular, basic white boy, Aaron McDaniels, decid...
