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Dear diary,

Today there were some other people in the art classroom to finish up projects. They came and sat with me without a problem, and they brought laughter with them. I was happy for a while. I think I made some friends, even though they aren't very high up in ranking. I offered to try to help them up socially, but they just giggled at me and said that they liked where they were just fine. I didn't really get it. Why don't they want to be popular? Do they like going unnoticed?

I don't think I could stand that. Then again, all I'm doing at school anymore is hiding from people who I used to know well. And schoolwork, of course. I'm quite the goody-goody. Nick used to tease me about it.

He teased me about a lot, actually. I didn't realize that until I spent an hour with some art students who didn't tease me at all.

Where would I be if I had been one of them this whole time, instead of one of the popular cheerleaders? I was one of their type before I made the team, and all I could think about was being the best cheerleader. How does that translate into being power-hungry social bitch?

That's what I was, I think.

Kimberly