I tried.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Restless days went by and I had bruises on my face and dirt permanently crusted in my fingernails from The Sirens. People began to notice a change in Hannah's attitude.

And they weren't liking it.

And by they I meant her little "pack", with the exception of maybe Crystal. They wanted the "queen bee" Hannah back, the stuck up snob, the girl who showed no pity and despised everyone who wasn't popular. She was slowly sinking away from her old title, forming a new reputation with a brighter future.

Sarah was piece by piece, taking over the lead role of The Sirens. She tried to dominate over Hannah and take control, but people of the less noticed cliques were respecting her a little more than before and their hate was dwindling down.

I knew that Hannah wouldn't last much longer with The Sirens. As soon as she became looked at as lower Crystal, they'd boot her out, leave her on the streets like an abandoned puppy.

But Hannah would finally be free. She could hold her own opinions, make her own choices. Start becoming a grand person.

Hannah began this change a few days ago. I had walked through the crowded walls, unknown bodies pressing up against mine, making me uncomfortable. Still, i strutted on, fantasizing if I was popular. But i wouldn't want to be fake.

I chastised myself for thinking that way, the whole reason I was doing this was because I believed there was potential in "populars". That meant that something in the first place bothered me about them, the fact they thought so much of themselves and treated others with disgust vexed me.

As I walked through the sea of people I passed Sarah, Mackenzie, and Crystal which was an unusual sight. Rarely would the group be together without the leader. Though confused by the sight, I kept on walking towards Hannah's locker.

Upon arriving she shoved me to the side, not giving me a second glance. But I wrapped my fingers around her slim wrist before she could advance any further towards her friends.

"Please hear me out," I begged.

"If your questioning my thoughts or feelings, get lost," she spat at me.

"I was, actually, going to ask you that. And I will get lost, but hear me out. I mean, I didn't interfere with your life, I've never hurt you, I've never been above you, I've ALWAYS been on the bottom so why do you hate me? Just please, give me a chance to speak."

"Whatever," she sighed.

"I need to know if you feel like you're lucky."

"What..? No, I'm not lucky. Why would you think that? I'm no rich kid, I got no mansion on my property. Like, I'm not even wearing top of the line clothing."

"Alright, I'll leave, because I said I would, but hear this. You're stupid if you don't think you're lucky. I'm lucky too, even though I'm at the bottom of this so called High School food chain. Im not blind or deaf. Im not dyslexic. Im not in a wheelchair. Im not missing a limb. I don't have cancer or any disease at all. Im not allergic to the freaking SUN like my mom's best friend is. I don't have a heart condition. Im not homeless. I actually have clothes, no matted how ugly they are to you. I have a car, a job, a FAMILY. Im a citizen, Im not living here scared that they'll find me and kick me out," I paused,"Im not DEAD."

I turned and lowered my voice," You and I, Hannah Stone, in this moment we are the same. We are freakin lucky, and you're just too obsessed with being FAKE to realize it. Maybe you should just open your eyes and see the truth."

Faintly, I heard Hannah whisper,"Maybe I was blind because I never saw any of those things before. But you, Casey Lovintry, are giving me a chance to see. And I accept that offer because you and I ARE the same. You're just a better version."