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"-and you don't want to get on his bad side. Mr. McDonald is kind of a dick."

Harper and I were sitting outside on a bench while he provided me with my Marion High School Survival Guide. I was eating a ham and cheese sandwich while Harper ate some type of protein bar (which I secretly hoped, for his benefit, would help him bulk up).

It was quite unpleasant eating outside because of the faint smell of cigarette smoke that drifted our way, probably from the " 'M' Circle" which I had learned earlier was a spot under the bleachers where the delinquents, rejects,  and "cool kids" went to drink and smoke. My most informative teacher, Harper, taught me that it was called the 'M' Circle, not because of the school name, but because of the three groups who visited the Circle most often.

"You know how an 'M' sort of has three points, like on the bottom. Well, I'm not exactly sure who came up with this absolutely ridiculous 'rule,' but in the 'M' Circle, only three groups meet up there whenever they want.

For starters there are the delinquents, kind of like the punks: black clothes, leather jackets. If you've ever read a book or watched a cheesy 90s movie with a bad boy, you'd understand who the delinquents are.

Then, of course, the popular group. I don't think I really have to explain them to you. Just your typical mix of dicks and bitches with the occasional nice girls and guys of the bunch. They are your kings and queens of the school. Best you stay clear of them. I find them the most dangerous because you never truly know if they are genuine or not.

Lastly, we have the rejects. Just a random mix of weirdos who either really want to fit in or really don't. If you aren't part of one of those groups and you want to make it to the Circle, they are the group to go to first.

But it's important that you don't get it twisted. These three groups, they aren't friend. They have absolutely no association with each other aside from the Circle. It's all they have in common, but in the Circle, they do not interact. It's like there is a barrier, a line separating them. Like in the movie, Field of Dreams, there is a line that separates the baseball players from the world. That's what I've heard at least. I've never actually been there, but you hear things around."

I recalled Harper's words laced in curiosity. Suddenly, the Circle became so intriguing to me, but I was not willing to wear a leather jacket in the San Francisco heat to fit in with the delinquents or befriend who knows what kind of people in the rejects.

'That is no place for a good girl like you. That "Circle" that you are so curious about is nothing more than a urine smelling, sperm shooting house for soon to be mothers.'

I cringed thinking of what my mother and father would have said to me if they could have heard Harper and my conversation right now.

"See her?" I turned to Harper as he pointed his finger at the door connecting the cafeteria to the outside of the school. There, I saw Steph Jacobs exiting the building with a tray that held only a rolling apple and a Snapple iced tea. "That's Miss Phony Jacobs, fucking scary ass girl right there. Stay away from her at all cost. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about when it comes to this one." Harper said leaning on his knees and taking a bite of his protein bar looking away as if he were trying not to draw attention to himself, especially Persephone's attention.

"Why do people call her Phony Jacobs?" I asked truly curious myself.

"She's a compulsive liar."

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