“Will someone pass the popcorn?”
“How long is this going to take?”
“Is the computer turned on yet?”
“PASS ME THE POP-”
“SHUT UP!” The sound of my voice bounced off the walls, creating just the effect I had intended. They all stopped talking, “If you want me to begin, then everyone needs to stop talking.” I place my hands over the keyboard. I feel pressured. I need to think of the right words that could somehow tell our story.
I look up at my friends. They all huddled around me and the laptop with eager grins on their faces. We’ve wanted to do this for a while now. Tell our story of how we all became the best friends that we are today, but I never thought it would be this hard. We haven’t been friends for long, almost a school year, but it didn’t seem like that. It feels like we’ve known each other forever.
"Come on Val! How should it start?!” Bri’s voice pulls me out of my reverie. I look at her. Her blonde hair lay effortlessly on her shoulders and her bright blue eyes are brought out by her flawlessly done makeup. She looks your stereotypical popular girl and I once thought she was, but not many people know what is behind her façade. I guess each one of us have a stereotype. I’m the nerd, Bri’s the Queen Bee, Sophie’s the shy pushover, and Alison’s the art freak.
“I know where to begin,” I whisper to myself. We’d have to start at the beginning, before we were friends. Back when we were stereotyped and stereotyped each other. I begin to type and the words flow effortlessly as I begin the first chapter of our story or, more specifically, mine.
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Stereotype Me
Teen FictionValerie, Brianna, Sophie, and Alison are best friends. Valerie's the nerd, Brianna's the popular Queen Bee, Sophie's the sweetheart who can't say no to anybody, and Alison's the music geek. There can't be anymore to them than that, right? Every rul...
