Reconcile

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(Gif Above: Nick Anderson) [Dylan O'brien]

Disclaimer: The definition, "popularity" to you, may be different than the meaning in this story. Of course, it's nothing astoundingly peculiar, just a bit overdramatized is all. Please don't let that alter your view of the story, nor refrain you from reading. It's all humorous, give it a chance!

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high-school.

It was quite a simple word I presume. Something that merely didn't withhold an astounding amount of meaning. Fully comprehendible, and only being equipped with a whopping two syllables. It truly wasn't anything extravagant to explain, nor humorously stated as rocket science.

Yet, if you were to interrogate a person in whom was in the midst of attending the large brick building practically screeching with despair, they would tell you something slightly different.

I assume I was only entitled to my separate opinion. But, nevertheless, I was prepared to give it. And, with confidence.

High school royally sucked. And, here's my reasoning behind that broad statement.

For starters, being placed within a hard, dull, plastic chair, forced to absorb priceless information whist my rear-end going painstakingly numb, is not the ideal learning environment for restless teens. Not to mention half the people attending the establishment act as if I had just brutally murdered their puppy.

I solemnly swear, I had not, or will ever, condone anything of the sort.

Also, depression is so profound that the tiled floor is practically drenched with the tears of stressed juniors. In whom had just failed a major assignment, or not been able to finish a project before the horrifically strict deadline.

And, with immense pain and anguish, I am forced to claim that our school is obsessed with one thing, and one thing in particular. In which destroyed all hope of social enjoyment within the academic institution.

popularity.

I presume its one thing if you're considered quote "popular." But, in reality, that means absolutely nothing. Popularity is the endless struggle of having to be absolutely stunning every yearning second of the day. You also have to be up for anything. Attend every party, as well as withhold the humorous title of the gorgeous social butterfly. However, it's a title that every teenager craves to obtain. Obviously oblivious to the immeasurable struggle. Always in fear of succumbing to what is known as being a nobody. Or as some declare, a freak.

You may be wondering how I, whom is easily considered an outsider, is fulfilled with this immense knowledge. Well, you see, popularity is not exactly a foreign language when it comes to my past.

I know. What a surprise. How could I, Catherine Montgomery, possibly ever be atop of the social empire? I can let you in on my little secret, in which I valued all throughout middle school, Freshmen year, and considerably half of being a Sophomore.

It's all who you're friends with.

It's one thing if you desperately work your way up to the top. Sucking up to absolutely everyone in whom is considered at least somewhat socially acceptable. I recommend starting the process about middle school time. For, once you hit about Junior year, there's really no use in trying to climb your way throughout the intricate ladder of popularity. For, you'd probably make it to the peak at about Senior year, if even that.

I can assure you, that being popular is really not at all worth it. All that work in which is never useful throughout any point within the entirety of your remaining life. Why would you waste your precious youthful time on something as ridiculous as that?