The Damned Tennis Racket

Overjoyed

"I wonder whose arms would I run and fall into

If I were drunk in a room with everyone I have ever loved."

~Anonymous

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"You're going to Kale's party right?" 

Oh, Kale's end of school party. The biggest and grandest party of the year. A bunch of dumb teenagers experiment with alcohol, cigarettes and drugs because they think its super cool. To make this thread short, all parties end up with drunken, people throwing bottles of beer to each other, hooking up, an intense make out session and lot more. I've only been to two parties, and I will tell you, it was all horrible and scary.

"Hello? Earth to Danny." Oh yeah. I was talking to my slut of a best friend Lane. She rolled her eyes and continued walking. Its lunch, and people, well people are heading to the school canteen. 

"I'll think about it." I shrugged, just thinking about the word party is making me feel nauseous. There's a tale concerning my passionate distaste in parties, and I'm not going to let you know why.

"Wait, are you thinking about that sloppy kiss with Kurt?" The words tumbled out of the slut's mouth like vomit. I threw daggers and swords at her big mouth wanting to shut it out. She knows that I hate being reminded of that mishap.

"Oops, my bad." Then she raised both of her hands and made her strange hand pose, her self-styled, Peace & Love.

"Let us spread peace and love. Peace and love. Peace and love. Peace and love.  Peace and love. Peace and love. Peace and love. Peace and love. Peace and love. Peace and love. Peace and love. Peace and love. Peace and love. Peace and love. Peace and love. Peace and love. Peace and love. Peace and lo-"she chanted persistently. She batted her eyelashes, feigned a concentration, and posed like she's in deep meditation. Like some sort of a Buddha.

"Where is Max anyway?" I asked, we marched towards the cafeteria and everyone stopped, and stared. This happens all the time. We enter the room like their prized and cherished princesses, smiles were offered everywhere, and some nerds shrugged us off.

And we couldn't care less.

I hated social hierarchy the most.

A boundary between the wealthy and the deprived.

And I was at the uppermost, top, the peak of the food chain they say.

The Botox injected faces slash plastic and fake wannabe's, the hottie athletes, cool kids, typical bimbo's, and the loaded, snobbish children, belonged to the top of the food chain. Of course, I was told that I was one of them. FYI, I don't belong to the Plastics.

The lower level of the social hierarchy consists of the nerds and the geeks, the lame losers, the dorky kids who didn't have the redeeming power of being smart, Emo kids, and outcasts.