Dear "Sir Popular,"
I felt like laughing in your face today. Seriously, you're like so funny. It's amazing how much you try. A "try hard" my friend would say.
You ride my bus, (I write too much about people on my bus don't I?) and I think you're a 7th grader and you made me go, "Woah...." You were so tall!!! Taller than me! When you got on that exact day I had started reading Charlie by DeerInHeadlights (on Wattpad of course). I started calling you Charlie in my mind but I later learned your name was Preston. Of course I wanted to get to you before the populars infested you (like any "normal" person would try to do). I never really sat with you or next to you just like a couple seats back so I could see you.
The time came, as I knew it eventually would, and yesterday you sat with me and I was like, "Oh great...." but then I thought, "I might be able to make him normal!" It had been a couple weeks that you had been riding so I thought that you wouldn't have found a clique already.
So the ride was awkward and you were messing with your hair the whole time. I felt like saying, "My gosh! Stop messing with your hair! It's annoying!" I was almost counting on you trying to talk to me, but I blocked you out by rockin' out to my music (once again). Since you were new I guess you didn't know me or anything so you just sat there fiddling with your fingers.
This is where the oh-my-gosh-are-you-serious? part comes in. So when all the high schoolers left you moved up a seat. When you sat down you like slouched back in the Oh-my-gosh type of way; like you couldn't stand me. I was kinda surprised because on your first day you sat the whole rode with a high schooler. So I thought you would stay; then again no one likes sharing a seat with me... So you moved up a seat. No biggie right? HAH. Next stop comes, you skip two more seats closer to the front where the populars sit. Next stop came. You sat with them...You were the new kid (and you're not that bad looking either) and you were trying to fit in with the populars; the preppy girls, the jocks, the just plain weirdos, and the jokesters. All the wrong people. Why? I don't know. It just amazes me to see how hard some people try to fit in and blend in with the crowd...
Well I've got to finish this up now. Sir Popular, I hope that you realize being "popular" is actually really...wrong. Try to have a great life; make good choices.
~ reader_237
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