Weirdly Perfect

o n e~*~delilah

(Delilah is being played by Haley Morales)
I hate my life.

I hate my stupid alarm clock. I hate the fact that I must go to school again, I lift my head and squint at the clock.

7:35am

Shit

Of course, I'm late on the first day of school. I manage to hoist my body up and drag it to the closet. While I try my best to make do with tortuous changing process that is my everyday routine, I run out of my room, struggling to put on shoe and put my horrendous brown blob that I call hair into a bun. In this process, I glance at the clock, 7:45, I run out of the house and to school.

New Harmony High School

Home of the blue, the gold, and the predominantly white. New Harmony doesn't particularly associate with people of color, let alone share a high school with them. At one time, New Harmony was equal but the PTA had had enough of the racist complaints of the parents of my fellow peers. To this day, only a few people of other ethnicities still go to New Harmony, because they couldn't pay the tuition to go to Kingston High, a school one county over that is very open minded about equality and the different people that they let onto their campus. I walk into the school's doors and immediately I am met by the scene before me that any typical high school displays. The popular teenage Barbie girls are at their lockers, talking about how much of a bitch their 'Queen B' is while she and her boyfriend are at his locker making out. On the other side of the hall, all the jocks hang around each other because they all grew up together and  most of them play more than one sport. A little farther down the hallway, the athletic girls, the ones who play Softball, Basketball, Volleyball, and Soccer. The people here hang out in different groups according to the sport, but some of them mingle. By the trophy case, the Cheerleaders, take selfies with their 1st place trophy they got at Nationals over the summer.In the classroom to the right,  the weird kids talking about their latest collector's edition comic books or their latest Anime crush. Last but not least are the Misfits, me and my absolute best friend Dani. We kind of just hang with anyone really. The clique problem and the social ladder are a scary reality here, the higher up on the ladder you are, determines which clique you end up in. Most people who are in the lower ranks are bullied and socially excluded. Dani is a cheerleader and me, well, let's just say that sports aren't my thing. I'm a member of many clubs, such as Beta, Drama, and the School Newspaper. Being in the Drama club has made me renowned around the county and has opened many doors for the school and the other members. Although being in the Honor Society isn't a big deal, although the teacher thinks otherwise. The school newspaper gives me the chance to give everyone a voice, and I enjoy being able to my peers throughout their high school years by using my connections to bring certain problems to the faculty's view. I make it to my locker and I put my lunchbox inside, even though it's actually a bag. I wonder why I've been calling it a lunchbox all these years instead of calling it a lunch-bag when the bell rings, which signals the beginning of my first day back in hell. These halls that have been walked through by the many students before me, now long gone, are filled with chatter. I walk into class and sit down, adjusting my skirt as I sit.  The whiteboards are the perfect place to help my daydreams become more like a movie. I stare at the board and use it as a focus point. I try my best to listen to the teacher as I zone in and out of reality. I finally compose myself to listen to the teacher and get through the lesson just as I see a boy peek his head in the window before quickly walking away. I sit there, dazed until the bell rings and I make my way through the hallways. My claustrophobia kicking in, I quickly push through the man bodies in my way. Trying to plow myself a path, I come in contact with a bulky leathery wall that sends me backwards and onto the floor with a big crash. My papers are sent flying everywhere as I'm left sitting on my now throbbing bottom. I reach out to grab one of my papers just as a much larger hand reaches for it also. I follow the arm and meet the eyes of Julian West, the school's asshole. I snatch the paper from his grasp and grab the stack he has been holding. There is no way in hell I am ever going to get involved with him. He stands up and offers his hand to me; I hesitate and decide on ignoring his offer. I brush off my skirt then turn on my heel just as he decides to ask where the history classroom was. In a flash, i'm gone and also late for class.