Becoming Popular

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Chapter 6.

Everything always seems better during the summer. The days are warmer. The nights are warmer. The good times are more fun and the fights fade into the background. The music played every night and the smell of barbecues from neighbouring houses filled the air. All in all, summer is always a good time of year.

This summer, however, wasn’t just about having fun in the sun or taking trips to the beach. My friends didn’t invite me to the beach anyway, or anywhere else for that matter. I said before, I was never that close with my friends from school, or at least so I thought. I mean, at the start they used to invite me places every day. For the whole month of May they invited me to the mall or the beach or just to hang out, but of course I had to say no. I guess after a while they just got tired of being rejected.

It wasn’t my fault though. I just couldn’t exactly say, ‘Sorry I can’t hang out but I am busy trying to make myself into a pretty and popular girl’. Or at least I couldn’t say it without sounding like some sort of twit. So I just made up excuses. I suppose after a while my excuses became transparent. Anyway what I am trying to say is, despite the fact it isn’t fully my own fault, I can’t blame them for not asking me places.

I did spend a lot of time with John and his friend Bryce. Bryce was a really nice guy, the only problem was he moved to Europe near the end of summer. Also, things were kind of weird between us on account of the fact that we made out one time a few years ago. Hey, I may be a loser but I never said I didn’t get any action. Granted, it wasn’t from the guys I wanted but Bryce was pretty nice as guys go. Every time I came home after spending time with John, I couldn’t stop smiling, no matter how hard I tried.

Needless to say I worked really hard on my image over the summer. I grew my hair and got it cut and shaped. I was now long and wild and sexy (or at least I think so). I changed my wardrobe completely, no more baggy sweat pants or childish shirts. In fact, my parents had to splash out on a whole new wardrobe for me because I dropped down three dress sizes. I was pretty proud of myself and, along with my new look, came a new found confidence. Okay, so I am not going to lie to you. I was still the same person and I can’t say I looked totally hot or anything, but I certainly did look a lot better than plain old Karina looked at the start of summer.

It was my first day back at school and it was time to test out the ‘new and improved’ Karina Jones. Senior year had finally come around. I woke up that morning at five just to give myself time to get ready. I must have tried on every single outfit in my closet until I found the perfect one. Blue denim short shorts (to show off my new body), a white tank top and a cute red jacket.

After I laid out my clothes I had to fix my hair and my makeup so that they looked as though I hadn’t put any effort in at all and I put on my clothes. I skipped breakfast, of course, but my parents weren’t home to take notice. Over the summer they both started to throw themselves into work so they weren’t around each other too much. I wasn’t complaining and neither was Cole, my brother, who had left for college the week before school started.

I arrived at school and instantly a wave of fear and panic washed over me. What if they didn’t like my look? Did I look like I was trying to hard? Who was I kidding, I didn’t have what it takes to me popular. What if Lara Lacey thinks I am a freak? Worst of all, what if nobody noticed?