One-Sophomore

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Jordyn knew this was a bad idea

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Jordyn knew this was a bad idea. She had repeatedly told herself that it was, yet somehow, she had let her mom talk her into it.

And now, she was miserable.

She didn't fit in here, that was blatantly obvious. The teenagers around her wore designer dresses and expensive suits, paid for by their parents' money. Jordyn, well, she had found her dress at a Goodwill, and almost everything else she wore was secondhand, passed down to her by her older cousins.

Christmas music was playing so loud that Jordyn couldn't even hear her own thoughts, and the house was hot and stuffy. Jordyn sat alone on the wide staircase, but even that didn't hold a refuge for her as people walked up and down, sidestepping her like she didn't exist.

That was what Jordyn hated so much about this town. Half of the community, actually more than half, were rich. They lived in a gated community on the side of the mountain, in houses that could easily fit her family's apartment more than once. Her mom cleaned some of the houses, and that was why Jordyn was here; she had been invited out of pity for the cleaning lady and her seven kids.

Jordyn was forced to go to school with all their kids, who were spoiled and vain and cruel. In fact, she knew most of the kids at the party, even though she doubted half of them even knew her name. That was just the way it was; Jordyn was invisible.

Jordyn had finally had enough when someone just barely missed her with eggnog, and didn't even say anything to her about almost dumping the cup on her head.

Sighing, Jordyn stood from the stairs and went down, dodging beneath cups and twisting between groups of dancing teenagers. She was pretty sure that it wasn't just eggnog in those cups, which was why she had been very careful to avoid taking any drink from someone.

They disgusted her, the way they acted carefree and wild. Jordyn, being the oldest of seven, had learned to grow up fast.

She made her way to the closet off of the front door, and spent at least five minutes searching through the jungle of coats and scarfs to find hers. Even though it was pretty hard to find, a secondhand needle in a haystack of designer coats, she did eventually get it. Jordyn shrugged it on over her dress, wrapped her scarf around her neck, and pulled on her gloves as she walked back through the house towards the back doors.

It was only ten thirty, and Jordyn had to stay another half hour before her mom came to pick her up, but she couldn't stand being in that house any longer than she had too.

As she pulled open the doors, a blast of cold air and snow snowflakes hit her in the face, making her eyes water from the frigid wind.

It had been snowing for the past hour, covering the world in a white blanket and muffling everything. Jordyn loved the quiet of snowfall, like the world around her stopped just to take in the pureness of it all.

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