Secrets In The Shadows

Chapter 1: The Lions and the Lionesses

Attending Richard Starks Academy High school for two years I can tell you four things:

#1:The movie, High School Musical, along with its sequels lied to us.

Wait...

Do you hear that?

Thats the sound of thirty thousand hearts of little kids and tweens shattering to pieces all cause of one harsh, albeit true, sentence.

I mean, anyone whose seen the first movie has to agree with me. It bascially depicts High School as a place where anything goes, where when compared to middle school, High School always has a happy ending whether if you're the stuck up popular blonde bitch who digs up dirt on other people, or if you're the school nerd trying so hard to either fit in or blend with the crowd.

It depicts how High School is supposed to be the place you escape to when your home life goes to shit. If you have the right friends, if you're the right person. If you've done the right things, good or bad. It definitely doesn't depict High School as the place that's basically the cause of most, if not all, of your problems.

But maybe that's just me.

#2: It doesn't matter if its the right thing to do, cause its always going to be the wrong thing to do.

How can the right thing become the wrong thing? Crazy to think about, I know but hey, someone's got to do it. Might as well be someone whose been through it at least a dozen times.

Ok here's the thing, if you hear someone talk about your friend in a bad way, you feel obligated to tell your friend what you overheard right? So you do. And then that friend goes to the person that said the thing and says that you told them what the person said. The person either denies it and says that you said it instead of them or tells the truth.

Its almost never the latter.

Then your friend has false information that they don't know weather or not to believe or act upon said information. They then decide to confront you, but before they can, the actual person that said the actual words, somehow finds out it was you and starts getting in your face and yelling at you with cuss words. Then security gets called and the two of you are taken somewhere separately in the school to figure out what happened and how it started.

When you're being questioned-I'm sorry talked to, you get asked how this started so you tell the story. By the end of said story, you expect the security guard to say that, or at least imply that you did the right thing or that you had every right to tell your friend. The last thing you expect to hear is: yes but if you hadn't told your friend what you overheard then none of this wouldn't have happen.

.....what?

I'm sorry, so what you're basically telling me is that all of this...is because I told my friend something that I overheard, because I felt like my friend had the right to know, how where we are at this exact moment is my fault?

Yeah, you my good sir have a wonderful way of making teens feel like absolute shit and thinking doubts about..oh say...everything. Are you sure you have no children of our own?

Tch. Dick.

#3: The right kind of people are given entitlement, while the wrong kind of people are given repercussions.

So the thing is everywhere in the world, somewhere in the world, there will always be the right kind of people, and the wrong kind of people. Its usually pretty easy to spot out whose who.

The right kind of people, well they're the people that wear designer clothing, have designer purses from the latest brand and wear their hair in the latest style of the week. The right kind of people put others down for not being like them and they never feel guilty about anything and live life without any sort of care. And, most importantly, they walk with the air of someone who knows that they're the right kind of people.

Now, as for the wrong kind of people, they're the ones that always has their homework on time, the ones that get a head start on a project and finish it early. Just a heads up if you didn't already know: I'm the wrong kind of people. When the wrong kind of people, get into trouble we get a harsh sentence and even harsher time.

When the right kind of people get into trouble, they can sweet talk their way out of a punishment, or bribe their teachers to give them good test scores or to keep quiet about a certain secret.
The girl rich kids, I call them lionesses because their conniving and crafty like a female lions. The boy rich kids, I call them lions because, well I think you can figure that out....

Rich evil kids: 1,056
Poor good kids: 0

Yeah, those odds definitely seem fair...

Just kidding. Not fair.

But, since when is anything?

#4: Pretty people never get into trouble of any kind

You know what? I don't even have to give a scenario for this one because I'm experiencing it. I stare at Ashley Reynolds as she glares at me, " get out of my seat Huntress. I sit there and you know it"

I roll my eyes and look at her. Ashley Reynolds is everything I'm not. Blonde, fair skinned, cute, popular, whereas I am, light skinned, have long brown hair, medium height, and lets not forget a social outcast. She's pretty, I'm....neutral. Not pretty, but not very ugly either.

Anyway, I glare at her. " Look, ashtray, like it or not you don't own a seat, no one owns a seat, especially you. So, how about you walk your skanky ass to some other table and leave me the fuck alone"  I feel proud of myself as I see Ashley visibly shake with fury.

She grits her teeth but soon replaces it with a 200 giga watt smile. " You know Huntress, its not your fault you're a social reject. Its your mom's. I guess she passed down something. She made you horrible in every way. Like her. You're both mistakes". She smirks confidently at me.

I stare at her for a few seconds. For a while its like I can't hear anything. That all I hear is Ashley and her words: Mistakes. Horrible. Before I even know what's happening, my left fist is cocked back and it flies, making direct contact with her face.