Life of a Teenage Miserable: The Dare Game

The Embaressment

  Author's Note:

This story is like writing a diary for everyone to see. Though not every conflict has happened in my life, I give the main character the feelings I would have. Some of the characters even portray people I know. And yes, I consider myself as a teenage miserable.

Anyway...

I hope you like it :)

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When Jordan Hancock set his eyes in contact with mine, he instantly stole my heart. He smiled sweetly, as he jerked his head swiftly, so his brown hair avoided from falling in his dreamy, dark eyes. I smiled in response, knowing this could mean something. Maybe Jordan finally took the chance to notice a nobody like me. If this was it, he was totally breaking the rules of Wilkerson Middle School's "Category Codes".

The Category Codes was invented by a group of stuck up preps. Keeping the rule simple, you weren't allowed to have any kind of relationship with someone out of your category. So there were the losers, dork, and nerds against the preps, populars, and the average. And everyone seemed to stick with the memo too. Everyone knew who they were, and yet after two years of my middle school grades completed, no one wanted to see a change.

 However, the worst part about the Category Codes, was that the teachers seemed the least bit worried about it. In fact, it seemed as if they knew all about the Codes, like they were a part of it too. Either the preps had brainwashing skills, or the teachers tolerated criticism.

If Jordan Hancock had a crush on me, then that could lead to a change in history. Maybe even war. That kept my wide smile plastered on my face until someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to come face to face with the leader of the preps. Mackenzie Harris.

 "Would you stop freaking my boyfriend out!" She said, shaking her head dramatically.

  On her desk, there was a note from Jordan. It read: "Hey Mackenzie, can you please tell that girl in front of you to stop staring at me."

 It was to the point I wanted to cry. Jordan was the same as all the other populars, he wanted nothing to do with me. I noticed how far from reality I was, I didn't even see him write the note. I felt myself blush. Jordan caught me at a time it was easy enough to write dork across my forehead.

 "What is your problem! You distinctly know the rules yourself. You are at a category somewhere at the bottom with the losers, and Jordan is all the way at the top with the populars. Even if we weren't going out, you would never have a chance. Sorry I just had to break it to you." Mackenzie scowled, with her preppy voice. The sound you hear when nails scratch a chalkboard.

 "Whatever." I said under my breath, hoping Mackenzie wouldn't lecture me in the history of how the Category Codes worked. I already knew it, everyone did.

 "So back off!" Mackenzie whisper yelled, as she brushed her wavy brown hair with her fingers.

   Her whisper was loud enough to catch Mr. Jenkins' attention. Mr. Jenkins was not only a strict teacher, but the strictest teacher Wilkerson Middle School ever had. He sternly turned away from the whiteboard, and walked towards Mackenzie and me.

 "I heard whispering." He faintly began."Am I right Miss Elliot."

 I looked down to my lap in shame. Not only did I embarrass myself once today, it was going to happen a second time as well.

 "Yes sir." I answered shyly.

  I already knew I was going to get blamed for the whispering rather than Mackenzie. It was the process of the Category Codes. Even the strictest teacher was on her team.

    "Paige Elliot, you are to serve me after school detention today."

   "But Mr. Jenkins, Mackenzie was talking too!" I said, wondering how I was able to say that infront of the whole classroom.

   Mackenzie rolled her eyes, getting ready to defend herself, even though she knew she was the one who started all of this nonsense in the first place.

   "Mr. Jenkins, it wouldn't be fair to give me detention. I was only trying to get Paige to stop talking to me. She kept telling me on and on how she wants to make out with my boyfriend!" She said in response, adding a smirk to her face.

Everyone laughed, Jordan made an awkward expression, and I couldn't keep from blushing.

  "She is lying. I never said that." I said, hardly able to speak, as I choked back tears. And the roar of laughter resumed.

 I had to get away from this place, I had to run where no one would find me. I had to get away from all the embarrassment that all occurred today. Bolting out of my seat, I ran for the hallway. With a faint yell from Mr. Jenkins saying he is more than capable of doubling my detention time, I ran to the girls bathroom.

 I locked my self in one of the stalls. I perched my self against the wall, held up by my feet on the toilets seat. I cryed hot streaming tears, not caring if anyone heard me. I didn't quite understand how someone could be that mean, enough to make me cry in public. Taking deep heavy breaths I calmed down a bit, examining the graffiti on the stalls walls.

 "Um, are you okay?" Someone asked.

  I wiped the tears from my eyes, wondering who that voice belonged to.

 "Not really." I replied, trying to hold back the tsunami of tears I felt coming. "

 "Oh, well, I would ask you what happened, but I'd get bored."

  I rolled my eyes. This girl was just as I guessed in my head; another prep.

  "Look, if you are a "popular" girl, then don't even talk to me right now."

   "I'm not a "popular", it was just a joke. And by the way, I'm far from being one of those preps, I'm proud to be called a scene.

   "I know for sure you are not a prep anymore. They would probably classify a scene in the loser category.

    "Man, I hate those freaking Category Codes. Who do they think they are by giving us groups to be in. Why can't we just be who we want to be, with out getting judged?"

   "That's exactly the way I feel." I said, as I finally had the courage to come out of the stall.

    The girl had jet black hair, and big chocolate brown eyes. Her whole outfit was of dark colors, standing out on her pale skin.

    "My name is Naomi, I'm sure we haven't met. I'm usually causing trouble elsewhere."

    "I'm Paige. So, you are a troublemaker." I ask

    "Yup, I wish at least they'd have that as a category rather than just calling me a dork."

    We both laughed.

    Naomi was the kind of friend someone like me needed. With only seconds of knowing her, I already knew she wouldn't put up with the crap Mackenzie Harris brings. Finally I knew there was someone going to help me stick up for myself.

     The bell rang, signalling the end of school. That's when I remembered my stupid after school detention.

      "I got detention!" I sighed, as Naomi and I walked out the bathroom and into the hallway.

       "No way, I just so happen to get detention too. I mean even if I didn't I would still go. Just wait until you meet the people there. Otherwise known as the rebels! That's our category. Take that preps!" She yelled among the two of us.

      Naomi was surely the type of person who stands up for herself. The kind of girl who would laugh in the preps faces over their stupid Category Codes. After she stated the fact about her friends in detention, made getting in trouble seem like a good thing. Or so I thought.