A Diary Of Two Losers

Chapter 1

8/15/2017

Things weren't that bad at first. It got worse eventually, but in the beginning it was just stupid teenagers doing stupid things, I guess. If you're wondering, I'm Raven. I'm 14. Cayenne's only 13, but her birthday's in 15 days. We're freshman at Jones High School. In middle school we were nobodies. And that's how I expected things to be in high school too. But things change, you know? Things change. People change.
I'm pretty short for my age, at a mere 4'11. I have wavy black hair that goes down to just past the shoulders. It's raven black, like my name. I have dull blue eyes, that only light up when I'm swimming.
The only sport or physical activity I will ever do is swim. I'm on the swim team, but I still barely ever get noticed.
I just feel calm when I'm in the water. It's like my happy place, I guess.
Ok, enough with the emo-ness.
I have an older sister who goes to Jones High too. Her name's Eva, but she pretty much ignores me at school.
She dyed her hair blonde on her 16th birthday, and she got a nose ring. So, she's pretty much the opposite of me.
We only have one thing in common - we both play the cello.
Which brings me back to where I was at that moment. In orchestra class.
The teacher was droning on about the violas' intonation and as usual, I was zoning out.
One of my only friends besides Cayenne, Laina, tapped my shoulder.
"Raven, you're zoning out again," she snapped her fingers in my face.
I shook my face and gave her a smile.
"Sorry. Just worried about the history test," I flashed a grin at her, and she laughed before circling some accents in the music.
Fast forwarding later in the day, at lunch. I sat down at our usual table, setting my tray of fake lunch meat down.
"So, how was band?" I asked.
Cayenne threw me a look and munched on her chicken nuggets.
"Boring. As usual," she said.
Cayenne was short, but not as short as me. She had long straight-well, slightly wavy midnight black hair that slowly transitioned to a warm brown color as it dangled down to her lower back. And as for her eyes, she has these sea green eyes with little flecks of brown in them.
Cayenne and I became best friends in 6th grade, which meant that we had been best friends for 4 years. It had all started because we had lockers that were next to each other, but now our lockers are far away.
"Any drama going on?" Cayenne asked, flipping through her Journalism notebook and scribbling the rest of the assignment down.
"Well, as usual, Laina and James kept flirting. Ugh, when are they going to get together? It's obvious they like each other..." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Yeah," Cayenne said. The microphone boomed as the teacher drawled on, calling tables for seconds and whatnot.
"Laina and James! Stop staring at each other like that! I will NOT have any PDA in my lunchroom!" Mrs. Denise yelled.
Cayenne rolled her eyes and said, "Speak of the devil." Laina walked over, her face a burning tomato red. She mumbled. "Well, we weren't looking at each other. I was staring at my soggy, half-eaten smoked turkey sandwich." I waggled my eyebrows at her and saw Cayenne wink. Laina just buried her face in her hair. "Come on! It couldn't be that obvious, right?" Cayenne choked on her chicken nuggets. She spoke, sarcasm flowing out of her mouth like the Niagara Falls. "Oh, definitely. You hate him, don't you? You don't even stare at him or giggle at the stupidest jokes that come out of his mouth. You hate his hair, don't you? It's so gross. And you never spend your time doodling his name in a heart in your cello binder, and your bookmark does not have the word Jaina written on it in cursive, right?" Laina huffs. "Fine, I guess I like him a lot." I mouth the word obsession, covering my mouth at an angle so Laina doesn't see.
"You are seriously bad at mouthing things secretly Raven," Laina groaned into the sleeves of her shirt.
"Ok, ok. Shoo," I said, waving her away. She walked back to her usual table before sinking down into her chair.
The rest of lunch was pretty mediocre. It wasn't exciting, but it wasn't boring either. Cayenne and I were just talking about random things before Mrs. Denise let us free.
We had journalism next, and as we stopped at my locker to grab my binder, Raccoon Eyes (Brianna Eliot) and Beanie Girl (Macie Fox) came up to us.
Macie walked straight up to me and looked me up and down.
As her name implies, she was wearing a purple beanie. Legend has it, she only wears it to hide a bad dye job she got once. Under it, her scraggly brown hair flopped down, and she had an excessive amount of fake tan lathered on her skin. Other than that, she had black skin -tight shorts on and a purple tank top, with black boots. I don't even know why, but somehow she was popular.
Brianna Eliot went to Cayenne first. She was pretty much a perfect picture of a popular girl:
Shiny blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a pink skater skirt on, white tank top and pink heels. To top it all off, a bright pink bow tied up in her ponytail. She too, was called Raccoon Eyes for a reason. A couple years ago, her boyfriend, Matt Crenshaw, broke up with her at the biggest senior party of the year. She put a load of mascara on before the party, and before she knew it, she had the name crowned on her head. She popped her gum, and twirled her hair.
"Hey losers," Macie spoke, her frilly voice drilling into our ears.
"Hi Macie," I sighed. "What?" I shut my locker door shut.
"Why don't you walk with us?" Brianna spoke quickly, almost tripping over her heels to match our pace.
"We already are..." Cayenne said, rolling her eyes. Macie and Brianna rushed in front of us and turned around to stop us in our tracks.
"Ok, listen up. We have a proposition for you guys. Follow us," Macie breathed out before clinging onto Cayenne's shirt and practically dragging her into a nearby empty classroom.
"Woah, Macie! We have to get to class," I spat out and grabbed Cayenne by the arm. "Sorry, I don't have time for this, and neither does Cayenne."
"Hey, we promise, this is something especially people like you will be interested in!" Brianna dumbly said.
"What do you mean 'people like you'?" Cayenne said slowly.
"I mean, losers. Dorks. Nobodies," Brianna said, blowing a pink bubble with her gum.
"Listen. We seriously have no time for this," Cayenne scoffed. "Raven, c'mon. We're gonna be late."
As we were walking away, Macie called out behind us.
"Haven't you ever wanted to be us for a day? Be... popular?"
We stopped in our tracks. Cayenne looked at me nervously and we turned around together.
"What do you mean?" I said cautiously.
Macie grinned.
"I mean, we can make you popular. But only if you do some favors for us."

Hey everyone! This is the author of Raven's POV (Piggiezonfire ). I know it's been a while since we've updated, but we're back! The next chapter will be in Cayenne's POV.
Enjoy!

-Raven