(Day 2)
“Maddie! come down stairs for breakfast. The bus will be here in ten minutes!” I could hear my mom screaming over my music; I ran downstairs, half dressed in my uniform. I shoveled the food into my mouth, eating so fast, I thought I would be sick. Once I felt like I was about to vomit, I ran back upstairs and tried to finish getting ready before the bus came and left without me. When I arrived at school, I was about fifteen minutes early. As I dragged my feet into the main hallway and went towards my locker, I saw a large crowd of people gathering around about five other people. My vision blurred so I was forced to move closer to get a better look. There was a redheaded young girl with emerald green eyes and a tiny figure. Another girl, who was significantly taller than the other, was a brunette with blue eyes that accented the freckles on her face. The brunette seemed to be talking to a tall boy, a boy with a face I wished I didn’t recognize: Calum. Next to Calum was a shorter girl with blond hair and brown eyes, her hair draped over her small figure like a blanket of silk. She was talking to another tall boy with piercing blue eyes, brown hair, and he also had a broad figure. Lance was with them too. I noticed him first. He was getting a few books out of his locker.
I know that they’re the popular kids, but why? My confusion about them had clouded my thoughts, that I didn’t even realize that I had been staring at the boy with the piercing blue eyes. I felt a flush of heat shock my cheeks. I was as red as a tomato by now, and I had been staring at him for so long that I only had a few minutes to get to class. “Stupid, stupid, stupid, you don’t want to be caught in the middle of that group,” I attempted to persuade myself. They are all bad news, all of them!
I walked to my homeroom class with thoughts that still scratched at the back of my head like a caged animal. I noticed how they all looked. Every single hair on their head seemed intricately placed, so perfect. I noticed how unflawed they are, and how flawed I am. All of the girls look tall and skinny like models. I’m tall but not stick thin like them. I play sports so I suppose muscle has to go somewhere on me. They all had perfect skin as well, both the guys and girls. My skin was no where near their perfection. All the features upon their face are all to portion, like Barbie dolls. I’ve always felt that my nose was too small for my face, my lips too big, my eyes too large, and my eyebrows too thin. As they talked to each other it was like one master piece studying another. They’re all beautiful works of art that gather together like an art museum. And the spectators are gathered around; drinking in their beauty.
I walked into my first period English class and took a seat in the far back, where I sat in almost every class. I had a few minutes to spare so, I brought out a book I had been reading. I had about three more chapters left in the book, and hoped to finish it today.
I endeavored to read a few pages of my book, but I failed miserably. I could not stop thinking of the small group of popular kids being crowded. The way they looked and carried themselves had confidence written all over it. Maybe that’s it, confidence might be their secret. That’s exactly what they all shared, a secret. All of the popular kids all shared this secret that made them, and kept them popular. People admired them for many things such as, looks, athletics, and most of all; how perfect they all are. I’ve cracked the code of the populars! They need someone admiring them to stay in power. They’re nothing with out their entourage.
“Hello class, how are all of you on this fine morning?” Mr. Shiez asked. He’s weirdly happy this morning, I thought. As Mr. Shiez droned on and on about diagramming sentences, I drifted off into my own thoughts that had been beckoning me to succumb to them. “Hey, is that your notebook on the ground?” I was jolted back to reality by a simple question that I could have easily ignored. “Uh...yeah, thanks.” I responded as I took it from his hands. I wasn’t paying much attention to who I was talking to, until I noticed his eyes. They seemed to put me into a daze. I was talking to the same blue-eyed boy that had caught me staring at him in the hallway.
