Maybellene

[Maybellene Hawthorne]

Intro

Imagine having everyone bow down to your feet. Getting everything you want and not having to ask for it. Being able to give excuses that are accepted when they come. Having love notes passed to you in literature everyday. Being invited to every party. Having the most known friends. Having the best boyfriend. Being the principal's and every other staff member's favorite student. Being able to call yourself the queen of your school.

Well I don't have to imagine, because it happened to me. My name is Maybellene Hawthorne, and I was the queen of Skychester High.

My life was what you would describe as perfect. My family was wealthy and I lived life to the fullest. There was never a dull moment. Except in math class.

It was so normal for a while I had taken it for granted, but I never turned into one of those mean girls on the movies. Not because of karma, but because that wasn't me. I wasn't a selfish, cruel, spoiled brat. I was just Maybellene, the girl everyone adored.

But in a flash all of my past disappeared. It didn't matter who I was before, because they'd never seen me before. And they made it their mission that I wasn't going to barge into their school and make everything about me.

It didn't work that way, and for a while. I was tortured, bullied, and flung aside. I wasn't Maybellene Hawthorne anymore, I was just another new girl with rich parents and long hair. No one knew who I was, and nobody cared.

I knew how the outcasts felt the second I walked through the double doors, and wished I could go back to Skychester High, my home.

But I couldn't do that unless I was going to do calculus in a lot of ashes.

They were so cruel and inconsiderate that I didn't go shopping for a whole week because I didn't want to be spotted by a group of my schoolmates and tyrannized.

It was so embarrassing, and I'd never experienced so much shame before. I think falling off a cliff would hurt less than attending school.

At first I wouldn't stand for it, and would spit out witty comebacks to defend myself.

But I stopped when that either landed me in the toilet or detention for fighting in the hallway.

So since I didn't want to get my hair wet or get in trouble, they took advantage knowing I would do nothing back. I tried so hard to remain happy and upbeat, but it was exhausting. It is extremely difficult to plaster on a fake smile and present fake joy to your family. And your very, very few friends.

The thing was I never envied, or worshipped those girls. Because they were everything I never wanted to be. My heart was genuine, but their's was Michael Kor's bags and nail polish.

There was even a point where I despised them so much I promised to myself I would never be a part of that popular crew again.

But that was a promise I couldn't keep. I didn't belong at the lower ranks, because I was the one who was supposed to speak up and stand out. I wasn't quiet, and I most definitely wasn't a nobody.

I am Maybellene Hawthorne, and it is never going to change.