Middle School. High School. College. Even work is a Fish Tank. You have the big fish, the people who prey on the smaller fish. Who think that everyone should be kissing their feet and sweeping the floor they step on. Then you have the crabs. The ones who just go with the flow but remain quiet and unknown to the rest of the world. And then we have the planktons. These creatures lay at the bottom of the tank. The remainings, or leftovers. The little parasites that swim in the darkest zones of the vast ocean.
A Tank also known as school needs this three levels in order be a normal functioning one. The system doesn't work if you miss one. As cruel and sectist this seems it is the truth behind the facade of clean hallways, cafeteria menus, and angry teachers. Let's face it, the majority lies in the second level and so do I.
Or so I though until this day. Now I am determined to set the score equal. I will make the outcasts rise and I will hunt down the Preys.
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Call Me Karma
Teen FictionIn life, things need to have a balance that's why we have yin yang, good and bad, the sun and the moon, and the opposite attractions. The thing is, my school doesn't have this balance. How do I know this? Very simple. The popular crowd has way too...
