People would prefer to call me a "bitch" or a "mean girl", and they would be mostly right. I am a natural born bitch. Ever since I can remember people have always tried to treat me unequally or like I'm less of a human being; my mama taught me if I was gonna live in this world then I would have to assert my dominance and not take any bullshit from anyone. If they disrespected me I would call them out and yell at them. As I got a little older those same people began to become afraid of me and my confidence. No one was going to treat me as anything less than I was. I am a strong biracial woman who wouldn't put up with any of their objectification placed upon my appearance. I wasn't afraid of anything because my confidence and sound state of mind helped me through everything. So people called me a bitch behind my back. I will admit, in return I lived up to that expectation which lead to my popularity in High School, along with my good genes. Even if they hated me (I was aware of whom), they wanted to be around me and use me. I wasn't a stupid person, with an IQ of 130 I could do just about anything. The natural cycle of life was use or be used. I didn't mind because it gave me attention. Now, in my senior year of High School, I wasn't a lovely person. All that female empowerment and feminism filled my head, mashing with wrong ideals, producing what I am today. The Queen Bee of Sterling Haven high school, cheerleader, and long running president of Drama Club. I was simply the number one bitch. And I hated it.
There were certain rules to becoming popular and being yourself isn't one. Over the years I've discovered that no matter how hard I try boys were never appealing. They never captured my attention as much as girls did. Girls had great figures, sparkling personalities, dreams, and aspirations. Boys just thought about one thing. Sex. And I wasn't very interested in that. Gay people were tolerated at school but that didn't stop the bullying outside of school or the fights that went down. Students were afraid to come out and Godspeed to those who have. I wouldn't even have thought I was a lesbian --just not interested relationship-- if it wasn't for Lorelee Lilac. The most hipster name I have ever heard but it’s her legal name. Believe me, I've checked. Lorelee [pronounced Lore-uh-lee] is one of those girls that are so far out of my social class, by high school standards, that it would be anything but embarrassing to hang around her. All I could do was stare at her pretty, long strawberry blonde hair and have fantasies. Those fucking idiots I call my friends don't have AP classes so it’s Lorelee and I in all the same classes. In my best friend, Nichole's words she's describe her as "a dirty loser with a bad sense of fashion". Noah Wakely (we call him Wakely), my real best friend would describe her as "nice with a faint smell of cinnamon and southern charm". None of that mattered though; I was completely in love with her at this point. And no one could know. Any one finding out would be social suicide but that didn't mean I couldn't be close to her.
Being close to Lorelee meant "accidently" coming to class late and having to sit next to her, watching her from across rooms, and being mean to her or as some may call it bullying. It wasn't intentional...Avalon, the prominent groupie, started messing with her and it was expected of me. I could've stopped it but it was easier that way. That way I got to gently tease her, no physical harm, and slightly flirting as well. Even if I was still a "virgin" by society's standards I had perfected the art of flirting. Mama always said the best way to get ahead a man's world was sex appeal. Being Queen Bee meant three things: (1) Always have man candy on your arm. (2) Promiscuous or Flirtatious. (3) Don't show your true colors. And I sure as hell was trying to keep those under control. However, with a couple of months until graduation I was willing to get a little loose with these primary rules. Maybe it was time for a change. Then again I wasn't a couple idiot.
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Teen Fiction"The Queen Bee of Sterling Haven high school, cheerleader, and long running president of Drama Club. I was simply the number one bitch. And I hated it." Camilla-Mariana has always been a nature born bitch and had a no bullshit policy. It wasn't h...