Fitting in

Chapter 3

   Brett got up in the morning refreshed and rejuvenated for school. Her skin was glowing and soft, her hair was cooperative, and she still had her original nose. She walked downstairs, drank a glass of orange juice, and munched on a blueberry bagel. Brett then kissed her mom and dad goodbye and headed to school happy for once.

   Upon arrival at the brick-clad high school, she greeted her numerous friends and found Jesse and Jason surrounded by the rest of her posse. Every single one of them smiled and hugged Brett as she joined the circle of teens, and in the moment where they backed up and stared at her, Brett realized something. She controlled the school.

   She had always been a part of the popular group; her good looks and family’s wealth guaranteed she’d always be a part of the clique, no matter what school she attended. Brett had always ruled her grade because of this, but never before had Brett been a senior, and as a senior, she now ruled the school. She realized that even if she was evil her friends would still follow her, and the test to determine what kind of a leader or clique her friends would be this year was heading straight towards her.

   A skinny freshman boy with his head down, and eyes locked on the floor, was speeding towards the amiable teens. He held a large grey box of something in his arms and before Brett or anyone else could move, the kid ran into her. His box flew out of his arms and as if they were in a cliché Disney movie, roaches rained down on her.

   They fell into her book bag, they squirmed inside of her shoes, and all over her hair. She had been knocked to the ground in an attempt to dodge the box and the freshman boy stood above her with his face as red as a tomato. Her friends erupted in a hoot of laughter and began to make fun of the freshman.

   Brett was disgusted with the creatures, in fact, she was furious at the boy, but she wanted to be known as one of the nice popular girls. Clenching her fist while hearing a crunch from a roach Brett almost lost her resolve, but then the boys eyes started to water.  Clearing her throat, she held up her hand and asked the kid to help her up. He did so shaking scared out of his mind at what he just did.

   “Where were you rushing to little guy?” Brett asked picking the creatures off of her hair and clothes. Jesse immediately stopped laughing and quickly began to help, motioning to her friends to do the same.

   “Mr. Wolaver’s class. I told him about my collection yesterday and he said he wanted to see it.”  He said shuffling in place.

   “Well next time you might want to watch where you’re going.” Brett smiled picking the last roach off her book bag. She placed it back in his box and smiled. The freshman looked like he was about to faint. He walked away wide eyed and scared, but this time kept his head up as he walked through the hallway.

   “Omg Brett that was so like brave.” Heather, a scrawny red headed cheerleader said. “Like I would have punched him in the face.”

   “You didn’t even scream!” Said another friend, they all gathered around her and hugged her complementing her calmness and courage. Even the guys admitted they would have freaked out. One girl stood on the sidelines though, glaring at Brett as they hugged her.

   “Chloe, like join in on the group hug!”  Heather yelped from the inside of the hug.

   “Gross, I don’t want to touch someone who’s been covered in cockroaches. You probably have some sort of disease now Brett.”  Chloe smirked, slinking away from the rest of them as she headed to class. Brett’s brow knitted in confusion and she looked up to see Jason shrugging at her from above. The group hug separated as the bell rang, and their posse split up as they began to act like the goofy teenagers they were. Brett had art first and needed to think of a way to slip into the class without Jesse noticing.