The Masks We Wear

Chapter 2| The Queen Bee

"Beauty is not in the face; it is a light in the heart."
~Kahlil Gibran

~Chapter 2| The Queen Bee~

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Sometimes I wonder about hell. 

People say that it's a place made specially for the bad guys. Some people claim that it's a big fiery hole.

I can't help but doubt that sometimes.

Everyone says that it's a bad place. But how can they confirm that? It's not like they've ever actually been there before.

What if everyone's theory on hell isn't true, it's just a mask to cover what it truly is?

"Elle! Did you hear me?" My so- called best friend Leila  called out to me. Irritation came to my mind as she practically chastised me.

"Yes, I did. And how many times did I tell you not to call me Elle? It's Elena." I replied coldly, not bothering to hide the crankiness in my words.

She didn't talk to me for the rest of the lunch break.                                                                                             ***

"So, you're telling me that you and the cheerleading team are positive that the national championships will be yours again?" The school's news reporter; Adalie asked excitedly.

"Mhm." I responded, not really paying attention to her. Adalie, nicknamed Ada was a huge gossip girl, literally, and always found some way to make normal news sound more dramatic then it already is. Better to just agree with her.

" Oh em gee, is that the new~"

"Oh, look at the time now! I'm going to be late for third period; Calculus! Can't be late for my favorite subject now, can't I?" I chirped, trying to get her off my tail. Without giving her the time to respond, I quickly speed-walked to Mr. Collin's class.

Okay, I'll admit, Calculus isn't my favorite subject, but whose is it? Still, whatever it takes to get the blonde little psycho off my trail would do.

Don't even think for a second that I'm blond. Just because I'm head cheerleader doesn't mean that I have to be a little dumb blonde who only cares about her manicures and makeovers. Stereotypes suck. Like, I'm well known in other high schools, but they only know my name. So, whenever someone else from a different school asks me my name; and I respond 'Elena Reid', they'll be like; "But I thought you were blonde!"

Despite what other people think, I don't just think about makeovers, and manicures. They are on my mind, but I do care about my studies. I manage to keep a GPA of 3.9 and maintain the head spot of the cheerleaders.

Studies are still important to me. Even though I'm wishing that I can hopefully get a full scholarship to a good cheerleading school.

"Ow!" I cried out, arms flailing around as I bumped into a person.

"Hey! Watch where you're goi—" The girl who bumped into me; a petite girl with braids and glasses, probably a freshman stammered as she looked up from her phone.

"I'm so sorry, Elena!" She rushed. "Watch where you're going next time." I replied coldly, not bothering to contradict her.

With a flick of my hair, I left the girl standing in the same position and stunned as I entered the room.

Gosh, I'm not late, right? I thought, as I entered the door to my next class.

"Ms. Reid. You're late. Again." Mr. Collins stated, as he gave me a frown.