The Life of a Student

Intro: You're life.

A/N: .3. I'm sorry if this seems a bit sad but like normal school life this literally happens xD

You were silently waiting by the school bus stop, silent as ever. You were the quiet kid that always sat in the back, never tampered with anything. You weren't bullied, you weren't picked on, you were.. AVERAGE. Average. A word always used by your parents to describe your overall personality. You had many, many friends. Many of which with the name Meghan, Katherine.. Amilia, Aloisa, Madison... Rachel.. Ariel.. Brooklyn.. Lizzie.. Sonaal And then there was you. (Y/N). Your teacher would tell you to be less average, open up, don't be so quiet. You always said the word that usual students would use if they just didn't want to continue on with the conversation. Something that went like this:

Teacher: "Y/N.. Please.. Do me a favor, you're doing really well, but open up more, you know, make more friends than those 5 or 7 friends you always stick with, you know, soon you're gonna need more social skills when you're older and ready to get a job.. You need to participate more too!"

Y/N: "Yes.. Yes.."

Teacher: "And please, please, please, do NOT act so violent towards the new people that you meet.. You're counted to always be.. 'odd' to new students you meet.. How come you weren't like that to your other groups of friends?"

You sensed.. They were DIFFERENT. They were.. BETTER. They seemed to act like you! You! You seemed average on the outside, weird in the inside.. And.. secretly.. Special. You always told your friends that. You wanted to be buddies with them 'till the very end. Well at least you thought, friendships don't last forever.. But to you. They did.

"Yes.. But.. I'm not violent.. I'm shy.."

"Uh-huh.. Are you sure about that, many students have told me.. You act different.."

And there you knew. There was ONE sassy princess with all the squad goals everyone wished for that she had, BUT NOT YOU, no. You knew there was gonna be trouble with her. But of course, as the little petal-less plant you are, you didn't bother. Though, you would like to speak your mind for the first time, but of course, what kind of flower would you be if you did? A colorful one? No, no. You still wanted to be that quiet kid.

Boy! The beautiful high school life means P.E. almost everyday! Though you literally DREADED P.E. You did it anyways. You weren't a runner. Rachel.. She has a disability.. You tried your best to tell her it was okay that she had a disability, and so did your other friends. That's what you liked most about them. They were the #SquadGoal supporters all squads needed. At least she doesn't need to do the running and all the hard exercises.. She says she dreads not running. I think she's lucky!

You headed to the locker room, grabbed your gym clothes, changed, and headed off to P.E.

Mrs. Anasty (AKA P.E. Teacher):

"Welcome class! I'm Mrs. Anasty.. You must be wondering 'Why is Mrs. Anasty always saying her name when it's the 4 weeks into the school year?!' WELL! That is because, I just like repeating my name, some students still say the old P.E. teacher's name."

Mrs. Anasty usually went easy on all of you pupils, only running 1 or 2 miles.. Doing only 30 push ups.. 35 sit ups.. The high school goal for every P.E. class was 75 sit ups and.. Like, what? 1000 push ups? No.. Somewhere around the 50's at least. You thanked her for that. Your body wasn't really meant for.. Physical life.. Just for.. COMPUTER LIFE! *Author makes a rainbow hand sign*