The Secondary Rule Book

The introduction to our system

Have you ever been in middle school, worried about 8th graders picking up a fight with you in the hallways? Well, my problem is ten times worse. My name is Zoë Vesper, I'm 12, and I'm walking down the hallways among high school seniors.

I'm currently living in Argentina, and in here, the education system is slightly different. Primary School is one thing, you can act like a 7 year old and nobody will care. But in Argentina, when you finish Primary School in 6th grade you pass to 1st year of Secondary. There is no Middle School. This means you'll be walking in the corridors with seniors, juniors, sophomores, freshmen and eighth graders. Being homeschooled sounds a lot better now, right?

That's not even the end of it. When sixth graders pass on to secondary, they are dying to impress the big fishes in the ocean, just like selling your soul to the devil. You're probably waiting for me to talk to you about the social hierarchies and the queen bees, but that will come on later. There's only one true rule to this book; be who the fuck you wanna be, but remember, are you going to be proud of who you were when you look back? I'm not going to start with a pep talk. Now, let's begin with the Secondary rules.

I'm one of the girls who surrounds herself with queen bees, but is not one of them. Sure, sometimes they can be total bitches, but if there's something that I know about my friends, it's that they would never leave without me. Besides, it's good to have the power of every girl wanting to be you, and every guy wanting to be with you. Their names are Juliett, Viola and Hannah.

But then, there is this other group of friends, Emma and Casey. They are the opposite of popular. It's not like everybody hates them, but it's not like any guy likes them. That's what I love the most about them, they don't really care if they are popular they just enjoy each others company.

In Secondary, girls that are 12 have crushes (and make out) with guys that are 14 or older. And when I say make out, I mean with tongue and saliva. Not a pity kiss. That is Secondary, there is a thin line between years. If you ask me, I'm pretty reserved with guys. I haven't had my first kiss yet, although I do know who I want it to be with. He is a guy named Marcus. He is not 14 or 15, he is 13 and he's very sweet. He has mocha eyes and brown hair. He not that much taller than me.  He is not as popular as me and both of my groups of friends say I'm crazy for liking him.

But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter with who you are friends with, it matters what the seniors, juniors, sophomores, freshmen and 8th graders  have to say about you. I mean, you can't come to school with two pony tails and a pink back pack. That is like screaming for attention with a chance of suicide.

So, keep reading to see how secondary in Argentina can be.