Analyzing Cliche (On Hold)

Chapter 1 - Literature

The bell, one of the most hated foes of high school. Depending on what it means, of course. The bell could mean a doorway to an Algebra test or freedom from the boredom of History class and maybe even access to the sweet haven that is the cafeteria. To me, the bell meant I could stop standing beside my best friend as she ogled Tod Henderson.

"Goodbye, Lynn" I say, even though I know she probably can't hear me. And continue on my way through the wonderful path of school. I'd like to think my school was different but let's face it every school is similar. There are always Jerks- I mean Jocks, preps, math freaks, goth kids, and slutty cheerleaders. You just have to look closely to see it.

"Hey, Katy!"

I turned around and saw a familiar brown eyed guy.

Meet David Quintana, his your average male best friend. Luckily I am not desperately in love with him. Been there done that. David is the head of the debate team, he stole that from me (hate him). And ten time world chess champion. So yes, he is a total nerd.

"Hello, friend" I said coolly.

"You would not believe what I just heard"

"Try me" I said, dryly.

"Principal Riggs plans on spending more than half of the school budget on sports"

"No, save us all!" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

David rolled His eyes and continued."And she plans on making extra curricular activities compulsory"

"First of what makes you think that this affects me in anyway and secondly, how do you always know this stuff are you like her P.A or what?"

He did that adorable thing, when he pushes his glasses up his nose. "Because Kit-Kat--"

"Don't call me that"

"If Principal Riggs makes activities necessary you'll have to participate in something"

I shivered. I hated participating. Especially in something everyone else is participating in.

"Ugh, you're annoying why couldn't you leave me in the dark." I said, lightly shoving him "this has totally ruined my day"

We finally reach my, well our, destination. Literature. I honestly have nothing against the subject but everyone seems to make a big deal. They are all: Boo Hoo literature is soo hard I can't possibly understand it. Its just not that way for me. My mum says my brain must be condition differently. Its whatever.

I take my seat at the centre of the class. I love the centre, it gives you a 360 degree view. David takes his seat beside me on the left side.

Then they walk in. I swear I can hear theme music in the background. They are Jessica, Jennifer, and Julia. But if you ask them they say they are The Bella's that the only French word they know asides from, moi , and they say it quite often:"excuse moi", "oh moi gosh", "get out of moi way" blah blah blah. Don't get it twisted they are not the populars, on the contrary, they only think they are popular.

The Bellas sashay to their sits at the front, middle and back of the class for teachers pet and snitching purposes.

Mrs. Krow finally decides to start the class.

"Good day class. Today our topic is" she said as she wrote on the board. She stepped back and we saw what she had written. "Clichés"

Groans erupted.

"What is a cliche?"

Heather Bailey's hand shot up like a fire cracker. She is your typical smarty pants. She got teachers pet down to the very last.

"A cliché refers to phrases that have been used so much that they have lost their meaning"

"Nerd" someone coughed loudly. Making the class laugh. I turned and spotted this 'someone'. Jesse Adams. The All-American boy and this school heartthrob. I mean with sun kissed blonde hair and captivating blue eyes, it'd be crazy if he wasn't.

"Thank you, Heather for that lovely answer" Mrs. Krow said smiling cheerily. "Who else knows a cliché?"

"Lynn and Tod" I muttered. Lynn is my best friend from earlier. She insanely tall and wicked pretty. And she's obsessed with Tod Henderson. That's totally a cliché.

"Well, then since no-one knows anything I guess I'll just make it an assignment."

More groans erupted.

"All of you are to go out and try to understand what a cliche is. To get a deeper meaning...."

I could hear Heathers pen hurriedly writing what Mrs. Krow was saying. Maybe she is a nerd.

"When exactly is this assignment due" asked no-one in particular.

"Think of it as a personal project. It is to be submitted right as your finals begin."

Well, that takes it. So its seems like I finally see what everyone's talking about. Not!

I mean how hard can it be to
Go out and try to understand cliché

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