The Tale Of A Teenage Nothing

Chapter One

Some people say that high school is the best time of your life, uh not for everyone. Maybe for the jocks and popular kids but not for the rejects and other kids that make up the student body. My name's Josie Quin and let me tell you from experience that high school isn't what it's cracked up to be. First you have the fake friends, and the cliques. You know the drill people who pretend to be your friends and certain people with the same interests in their own little "clique" or as one might call it a group. Most cliques are of the same types as labels, like jocks with jocks, jocks with cheerleaders (go figure), emos, punks, nerds, etc. I used to want to be a cheerleader, fit in, you know, that was before I saw what I'd be getting myself into; drama, stalking boys, playing dumb to get the guys, and so forth. Ah no, not gonna do that.

If you want to hear the full story you're in the right place. If you don't want to see high school in a new light, leave this story now, but if you're ready to see high school as what it really is and not high school musical or glee, welcome to your reality check. You see I'm no beauty queen, popular kid, or favored by anyone really. My clique consists of a mixture of different "labels". We have the nerd, the emo, the sporty jock hunter, the kind, and the misfit; aka me. You see I don't like to label myself, but people label me. You see I wasn't always like this, innsecure, self-consious, almost always has the same hair style and wears dark colors kinda girl. I used to be moderatley social, people just didn't click with me.

Where should I begin? Oh yes, lets start from the beginning. Not the VERY beginning like birth and all that, nah no way too gross to write down, to elementary school we go. Commence le flash back.