So (NOT) Innocent

Allison?

           Allison. "The teacher's pet", "The stuck up girl", "The one always taking notes". Everybody knew THAT Allison. But then again, those others, they don't really know anything- do they? They can't even solve a simple math equation.

      They don't know anything about me.

           Not a thing...

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           I walk into my Calculus class- most of the kids oblivious to my mere existence. This is how it is; this is how it's always been. I sit in the back of the class, with my face in a notebook diligently taking class notes. It never will change. Why? Because that's just how things are. I'm not a popular kid, despite my efforts to fit in, and I never will be. That's just not me.

      Well..that's not who I'm supposed to be. That's not what I was dubbed as. So it just will never be.

       The teacher, Coach Shock (he also coaches a hockey team), briskly walks into the classroom. This is his first class, we get blessed to have the "before coffee" version of Coach Shock. It's not a pretty sight to see. Thankfully, this is the last day before spring break! All of the students eagerly walk back to their seats. They're all pumped about finding out whose party will be the best, who's going to be sleeping with who, and who will be the first to lose all their clothes. I would kill to go to one of those parties, but a "girl like me" doesn't belong there. I should be studying for the upcoming exams, not out having fun like all the other teenagers. "That would just be absurd." I laugh to myself. I can be such a sarcastic smart-ass sometimes.

      "Oops. Did I just cuss to myself? Hey, guys, guess what? I know cuss words, just like you do!" I snicker again; I crack myself up. Some of the students around me give questioning looks. "Sorry," I whisper. Maybe I will go to one of those big Spring Break parties, after all. Maybe it's not too late to change things.

            Maybe I can still live the life I've always yearned for- the life of a popular girl.

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        The last bell for school rings. All the students, excluding myself, stampede towards the exits like a herd of elephants. Minutes after the bell, all that remains is a mess of dirt and papers for the janitors to clean up. I would almost feel bad for them, but they're getting paid to do exactly that- clean. They're the ones that signed up for this job. Still, why are kids so destructive?

         On my way home, I notice a lot of people around my age in my neighbors yard. My neighbor being non other than Nicholas Mahn. Nicholas: the idol of every girls' dreams. There's not a girl I have seen that doesn't want what's below the belt of Nicholas Mahn. Except for me. He's the loudest, rudest, and most despicable neighbor I've ever had! Although, even I can't ignore that perfectly sculpted body- those seductive hazel eyes- and that messy brown hair. Hell, I wouldn't say "no", if he offered it. But I'm Allison- the straight A students. Not Allison- The girl within Nicholas's league.
What do the other girls have, that I don't?
            I slam the front door behind me as soon as I enter my house. My anger takes control of me. If they want me to be the studious girl that gets perfect grades, then why can't they have the decency to be quiet? Damn fools.
           A throbbing headache swells my head. I push my forefinger and thumb into the bridge of my nose, to relieve the pressure. I look into the fridge for leftovers- nothing. I'm not the best cook in the world, and my parents are never home. The party next door probably has every pizza joint in town sold out- based off the amount of people swarming like bugs. "Well. I guess I could go eat over there?" That makes sense. That would be a good excuse! If anybody asks, "Why is 'she' here," I'll just explain that I was hungry. Better yet, I'll go in incognito. Steal a pizza and run!
          What am I thinking? This is my chance to be somebody I want to be. This is my chance to prove them wrong. This is the moment where I can stop being "the goody two shoes"! Why would I be making up excuses? I've been waiting all my life for this opportunity.
          Now's my chance to be myself!
          And to eat some pizza...