Bliss

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Soon we're at school. All the people on the bus probably don't need to ride, they may just not have friends or something. I mean I'm sure there's a good amount of us that don't have their own cars but they could probably just carpool with one of their friends. With Charlotte, Alice, and I it's different. We actually choose to ride the bus. I have a little light blue Prius and Alice has a beige minivan. Plus we can't forget about Charlotte's pink convertible. We just decided that we don't want to use our money for gas. We'd only be using it on going to and from school. It's not like we necessarily need any money. Not a lot of the other people at our school do either. Everyone's parents are either doctors, lawyers, or therapists. Our school is called Ventana Ranch. It's a small school located in Big Sur, California. It's made up of Juniors and Seniors only.
My friends and I get up and walk down the cramped aisle trying not push anyone in front of us even though everyone behind us is pushing to get out. As I finally get off the bus, I wait for Charlotte and Alice to get off as well. I guess I lost them in the crowd without realizing it. Once they get off we all walk into school. I head for my locker and they both head to theirs. I see a note on the inside of my locker, "I saw you puking in the bathroom on Friday .... r u ok? - Cassie". Cassie has the locker next to mine. She's looking at me now, waiting for some type of reply. I nod. "I'm fine. Sorry I had you worried, I wasn't feeling the best, you know, just nervous for the track meet."
"Oh yeah sorry!" She slapped her palm to her head, "I totally forgot. That meet was super important to the team wasn't it?"
"Yep, it was very nerve wracking." I say as I nod my head and grab the books that I need. I turn on my heel and walk down the hall as Charlotte catches up with me. We have math together, the first class of the day.
The morning went by pretty fast and by the time I realized how fast it had gone, I was already heading to lunch. I grabbed my food and headed to the table. My friends and I were pretty popular so we had basically the whole cheer team, which we were part of, and the whole football team sitting at our table. I realize that people would probably doubt my depression, why would a popular rich girl with perfect grades be depressed? I don't really know why I'm like this I just inherited it through my mother.
Popularity was one of my "requirements". I needed to be popular to keep up with the continued web of lies my mom had spun for our family. I also needed to be athletic which is why I joined track, volleyball, and soccer. I also needed to seem better than most of the girls at our school which is why I also became captain of the cheer team. I also was part of the yearbook club, which I basically was part of so that my mother wouldn't worry that there was a bad picture of her "perfect" daughter in the yearbook. I basically had to be the "perfect" daughter, the "perfect" student, and the "perfect" athlete. That's another reason why I need to leave my friends and everyone else in blissful ignorance to the way that I've always felt.