Rerun Life 》by S.J. Victoria
You wanna hear the most clichè parts of this story? There was a girl. Always ignored, never bullied. Nobody ever talked to her. She had no friends. No one to accompany her. Heck, she doesn't even get asked questions by a...
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August 2018
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I said it before, I'm going to say it again: Being unseen has its perks.
Other than people being unable to critic every single move I make, I get to be aware and eavesdrop on their discussions. Throw an insult or two, secrets that were meant to for one person gets to pass through me first.
And in my case, I get to scare the shit out of them too.
It has been a routine of mine, just as much as it was for the cheerleading and football team, to be on the football field every 4 in the afternoon for practice. I don't go here to watch them practice, although it does hold a minimum factor, but being with the jocks and the cheer squad keeps you updated of the state of the school. Like they've said somewhere else, they have their connections and resources.
Or if anything, you're a step ahead of knowing the unavoidable consequence that is about to partake tomorrow. Like the fact that one girl is about to have an unfortunate event of having her books soaked on her locker merely because she pissed Madeline.
But my sole purpose here isn't mostly on getting to hear their cruel intentions or educate myself with their viciousness. Their group alone provides great entertainment. Of course other than when they're practicing- which they do very well, as much as I despise them, they do deserve to be in the squad or team. The heads too, to say the least.
