"Hey green eyes!"
Payton was fine being placed in the middle of the social ladder. She didn't have to worry about the drama that comes with being popular or the stereotypes that comes with being a loner. She had one close friend and was fine with it...
Pulling over my Run for a Cure shirt from 2010-by the way it was more like walk around while being lapped by my friend who dragged me into in the first place. Like can't I just donate and go home? I mean it was all night, we had the option for sleeping in a tent but let's just say my dear ol friend forgot it. Enough rambling-I was dressed for the first day of senior year. How I even made it past softmore year is beyond me. I mean I get freshmen year, they basically pass everyone. But I was shocked I passed softmore year and beyond. Anyways.... My shirt was plain pink with black bold writing across the chest saying 'Run 4 A Cure' my shirt was lazily paired with a pair of black leggings that had a hole in the knee and random pair of shoes.
I am not attending a fashion show like some make it out to be. I mean I understand why some people make it like that, because they have a reputation to live up to. But that's not me. I am that cliche stuck in the middle, not 'lame enough' to be a 'loser' but not cool enough to be a 'popular' that happy medium and I am fine with that. Well I sometimes think about how it would be to be popular for a day but then again it's just some stupid social level that society places you on. Beside, I wonder if majority of the popular crowd knows their at the top? It's obvious some do because they will do everything they can to ruin you if they feel like it. And most of them are cocky as hell, like they expect you to bow to them while kissing their hand. So I guess I just answered my own question.
Shaking my head out of my internal thoughts I tossed my car keys in the air catching them in my palm and took off for the door knowing my thoughts cost me three out of the eight minutes needed to get to school in the happy medium. After first bell and before second.
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Once I found my parking spot I slung my bag over my shoulder. Unlike over half the girls at my school I still use a backpack. How are you supposed to hold all the shit they give you in a purse?
I swear those girls are the same ones I waste my pencils on. They are always like, 'I forgot mine can I borrow one of yours?' In their annoying high pitched voices while batting their bat poop covered eye lashes, 'I will give it back.' And then boom end of class farewell pencil. Like why don't you put down your knockoff MK purse you bought off of Amazon from some guy doing illegal business over East down South and use a bookbag. Maybe then you will have enough room for your makeup collection and supplies for school. Actually I take that back, I don't even think a bookbag could hold all that, maybe a dump-truck could do the trick? Ha I can see it now...
Locking my car I made my track down the sidewalk towards the school.
Every type of car lined the roads and groups of students headed towards the school. I kinda find it weird. We all hate school so much and talk about how we don't want to go but yet all attend anyway. When they say teenagers are rebels they are damn right. I plastered a small faint smile on my face.
Opening the school doors everything looked the way it was left. Groups were already formed by freshman and groups were being reformed. As I entered the building my phone buzzed and I stepped to the side. Ignoring the insulting mummers as people passed by me I rolled my eyes and checked my message.
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As I was typing my reply I ignored the burning eyes feeling in the back of my neck. When I sent the message my brain got the best of me and I looked. Of course. The 'popular' ones. The same group of a mix of guys were together from freshman year. They stood in that same spot everyday and I guess standing in the direct opposite spot of their group they became offended. Offering my small smile I left down the hall. My dad always taught me to be the bigger person.
When I arrived to a safe spot I opened my phone waiting to see Alexis response.
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Locking my phone I headed up the stairwell to first class. Lucky me I had this same teacher in grade 10 so it should be an easy course. After all how hard can English 12 really be?
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I take my last statement back. That last class was torture. Most students had him in previous years like me so he thought that and I quote "Now let's see who listened before and those who's brains, we're off" he gave us a spelling-bee. First day. I think he may be the first teacher to get all his students to despise him.
After pulling through first class it was off to second. The only class me and Alexis share.
AUTHORS NOTE First part guys! I hope it was okay How does it sound so far? Oh, did you like what I did with the texting? Thought I would try something different then the regular sent and send I am so excited for this book and next part will be coming you way next Thursday! Anyway Vote of you feel it's deserving Or because you just want to make sure that button works ;)
