Hidden Behind

Chapter One

^Arabella^

Chapter One

School was hell for me.

As someone who was not the biggest fan the Popularity Food Chain that had been engraved into teenage society since one can only assume the first high school in the history of the universe, my high school was something of nightmares to my antisocial self.

As someone who, when they are comfortable with your insignificant existence, will finally reveal my actual self, which is a lot of inappropriate jokes, random outbursts into loud songs, pointless anticlimactic stories and embarrassing blurts of unorganized thoughts that I thought might be a good idea to say.

Also cursing, lots of cursing.

Any way, nowhere on this hellish four-tiered triangular guide for insecure high schoolers is there any place for me.

Most kids at my school fall somewhere in the following four sectors:

One: Popular

Normally self declared, the 'Popular" are usually the ones with the most shit happening in there lives. They often have Instagrams/Twitters/ Tumblrs full of selfies and parties with the strange captions that are unnecessarily deep and have no relation to the actual post. They usually have large cliques and mountains of gossip and scandals flowing out that keep the general population interested and makes them a common topic of conversation.

Two: Average

These are the people who are normal. They are basically the middle class of high school. Some are lower middle class, some are higher middle class, some are smack dab in the middle but they are still are bundled up on the same class and are generally on the same boat.

Three: Strange

These are your nerds, geeks, emo, hipsters, ect. They are everyone who do not fit in the box that is society has constructed and labeled as absolutely average. Usually fine with expressing themselves, these people usually have small, concentrated groups of close friends.

Four: Really Fucking Weird

These are the people nobody fucks with.

There are the obvious ones, The bad boys and girls that try to intimidate everyone they look at and a lot of people are pining for because they want a cliché relationship that only happens in movies. But, also in this category are the people that build bombs, sell drugs, do hardcore drugs, probably will murder someone, probably have murdered someone, hack into your phones and watch you sleep and so forth.

The bad part about this Prism of Popularity is that I don't really fit in anywhere.

I get good grades, wear normal and dark clothing, listen to all sorts of music, like dogs more than most humans, don't have any friends, don't have any past times, don't have any hobbies or weird passions, never had a boyfriend, is a virgin, makes weird metaphors, doesn't have any family, has anxiety, is socially awkward, gives negative fucks and has a grand total of two talents.

Anyway, finding a person suitable for my weird self is quite difficult.

I say and do anything I would be ok with other people saying or doing to me, but since I don't take shit seriously, I usually offend and or annoy other people.

Now, as an outcast of the food chain, I am the target of pent up teenage aggression and since I live alone and nobody notices the bruises, there are essentially no consequences of beating the living shit out of me.