The Popularity Wars

Teardrops on my Giraffe

Ariana's POV

"Do you see her hair? It's such a wig."

"Where does she buy her clothes? Gross."

"She should try out a gym. Even my dad weighs less than her!"

These are some of the type of comments I get everyday. And this is on a nice day. On a day where suddenly everyone is really snappy and cranky, the comments are more like this.

"She is such whore. I mean look at her!"

"I bet you 35$ that the reason she's so fat is because she's pregnant."

"Well, she does look like a slut!"

And these comments aren't just from the popular people. They are also from some of the nerds in our school. Even people outside of my school, say these things to me. I try to just ignore those comments and move on with my life, but it is seriously the hardest thing ever. No, actually, the hardest thing ever is putting up with the queen of the school, Selena.

"Aww, look! There's a dog lost in our hallway. Oh, wait, nevermind it's just Ariana."

I just roll my eyes at her insult.

"What's wrong Ari?" she says playing with my hair.

"Nothing. Just let me get to class." I say trying to push through the circle of Selena's clones that gathered around me.

"Poor Little Ari! Thinking I'm going to just let her pass-"

"Hey! Selena get off of Ariana!" Says Ms. Rosie.

Ms. Rosie is my favorite teacher. She teaches music class and says I have an exeptional voice.

"Now, get to class!" She yells at the group.

Everyone groans and swears at her as they walk off to 3rd period but I say "Thank you!"

"No problem, Sweetie." she says and goes to her classroom.

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School finally comes to an end for the day, so I go outside to get on my bike and go home before Selena and her gang get the chance to come hunt me down.

I was about to get on the sidewalk, when Selena and her posse come walking out of the school.

"Aw! Ariana is already on her bike pedaling home to her mommy!" She yells as I pedal as fast as I can to my house.

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I get home and get off my bike. I grab my key from my backpack and open the door. "Mom? Dad?" I say as I enter my house. "They're working late." says my brother, Frankie, as he appears out of now where. "Oh. Okay. Thanks." I say and go upstairs to my room.

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I enter my closet and take off my flowy floral top along with my, light pink cardigan, and black leggings. I throw my light blue Keds somewhere and put on some light blue jean shorts, with a red sweater.

I go sit down on my desk and start doing my homework. It usually take about 1-2 hours but since it was Friday, I only had math homework which took me about 25 minutes.

I saved my work and logged onto Facebook. Last weekend, we went to a party and I posted pictures of the party on Facebook, but people still find a way to hate on me.

"She went to a party?! Wait, so she actually has a life?!"

"Naw! I bet she just got those pictures online and said she went to that party!"

"There is no way someone could invite her to a party!"

I shut my laptop close and went to sit on my bed. I grabbed my purple giraffe and hugged it. Why do people hate me so much? I have never done anything to them. Why can't I just be treated normally? Like everyone else?

My vision got all blurry and I notices that there were teardrops on my giraffe.

Everyday I have to live this. My life will never change.

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Ahh! New book! Idk! I was taking a shower and this idea just came to me! :P Anyway, I hoped you like this first chapter!

-Maria xxx