The Journey That Is Life; A Teenage Perspective

Chapter 2- Clique's

Like any other first-world middle or high school, there are cliques. If you're wondering what this is, in the basic social sciences, the word "clique" is used to describe a group of averaging at 5 or 6 people who interact with each other more regularly and intensely than others in the same setting, or in easier terms, a group of pubetic's with one leader who is too stubborn to let anyone else into there social class.

Now in my social class I can't think of any category other than, "The Regs". See? Nothing special, I'm not near the top of the food chain with Stacey&Addy and I'm not at the bottom, with the pale skinny kids who want to profession within the horizon of professional World Of Warcraft guilding and mastering the dungeons and dragons role playing game. Now don't get me wrong, role-playing around with star wars characters is fantastic, but I'm steady in the middle of the food chain, and I'm fine with that. And right above them and below me, there are the kids that are higher than there grades, they think they're on top, but lets be realistic here, that's the laced joint they inhaled on the weekend talking.

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"Maddi!" Zoë yelled from across the food court. I turned around as fast as I could only to see her running to me, not caring much about her dignity or the people around her, "News, news, I have some news for you!" she sang loudly yet sweetly, pulling my arm. What a shame, I was going to buy something to eat. I thought to myself, but I skipped along with Zoë to the front of the school to hear my news that seemed more important than my slice of pizza I was going to buy. Who knows? Maybe it is.

Now Zoë here, possibly my best friend that's a girl has the features of that guy I have my eye on, like her light brown hair, but hers is long and curly, the green eyes, but hers don't have that twinkle to them, she's a bit taller than me. Maybe even the size of my mom. She was always in a good mood unless the smallest thing goes wrong, and it's almost impossible to make her happy again. She always has the most expensive jeans, but graphic t-shirts. Which I think is pretty cool. She is in my group of people too, along with Sully; My closest guy friend, Bernard (Benny) he's pretty close as well, and then Sully's and Benny's extended friends which I can easily talk to too. Yet I'm the kind of person who gets excited when people cancel plans.

"Alright well you know a few months ago how you had your eyes on that boy?" Zoë asked, you could see it in her eyes she was dying to say something that she thought would interest my high priorities. I rolled my eyes.

"I told you? Oh right... yes, but yea what about him?" I said back, stumbling over my words, she was squeezing my wrist too hard, and I pulled my arm back, she apologized and continues.

"Yea well he was in my English class, and one thing I learned in that hour was his name was Luke!" She said, smiling. I had a feeling she had a little crush on him as well but that's fine. That's too bad, I wanted his name to be something like, Hunter. Oh well.

"Oh any other things about him, detective?" I asked hesitantly, but with a smug laugh.

"Well he was sitting next to me, and I was minding my own business, doodling, and he was talking to his friends. He said something along the line of, 'That Matilda girl is pretty bad ass.'" Zoë replied. I couldn't help but smile a pride filled smile. "I have an idea!" she continued. This can't be good... I thought to myself, but her loud words interrupted my train of thought. "Go.Talk.To.Luke!"

I stopped in my tracks, me? Talk to him? What would I say? What would I do? When? I sure as hell wanted to, but I'm not quite sure if I can. For some reason Zoë had this suspicious smile on her face, but I started talking. "You think I have the balls to talk to Luke? Even if I ask him for his number I wouldn't be--" I was cut off by some voice.

"My number?" I turned around looking straight forward, and once again, having to look up. It was Luke! I stumbled to find something to say but he, just like Zoë did, interrupted my train of thought, "This looks familiar, me seeming to be behind you and you not knowing."

"I guess its what we do!" I seemed to say, and it sounded pretty normal too, so I was glad.

"Would you say you're pretty good with smart phones? Mine has something wrong with it." he said to me, and handed him his phone.

"I-I... You can say that!" I replied, not as smooth, but words came out and that's all that mattered.

"Yes well, I know you can fix this bug. See my phone doesn't have your number in it..." He said, I looked up from my reflection on the dark screen in my hands, and he winked. This guy is a winker, and I'm fine with that! I opened his phone and put my name in his contacts. I handed it back to him, and he told me he'd text me later. Thank god!

Dating. It's simply a sense of ownership and benefits. Sometimes relationships work out, and other times they end tragically and that just triggers a chain of events. At this age, relationships consist of the two significant others, the ex boyfriend or girlfriend of each, that gets into their business. The pretentious whore(s) (Stacey&Addy) who don't like seeing other people happy, so they try their hardest to destroy the lust the two significants share. And the friend who secretly wants to end it; jealousy.

I've dated boys, I've been with boys, looking back on it, nothing ended as well as I wanted it to. I've even asked myself if I'm emotionally damaged. So am I? Three years of distress, relationships that went up so well, but it dropped without a reason, abuse from men. I don't like walking in the school with kids looking longingly into each others eyes, smiling. Or kids with there tongues down each others throat-- get a room.

I tell myself, for reinsurance, that nobody can avoid pain, some just get hit harder than others. Sully just grew a hatred to the world, Zoë doesn't know who her mum is, Benny's family can't afford anything. For all I know Stacy and Addy had a past of abuse as well, and that's the reason they strike out on people, like me, who've done nothing.

But I mean, this is my perspective on life, influenced a little by everyone, I can't speak for everyone.