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Why am I wearing a varsity jacket? The chart told me so

I went to school in my runners, shorts, tank top and a borrowed varsity jacket from char. I had spent the whole weekend testing myself with digital flash cards on different sports. I was pretty sure I would be able to make small talk with anyone interested in sport.

Too bad I spent too long doing a super high pony tail and ended up late to school. I missed home room and was only just on time to bio. We were just writing down notes so I started to talk to Tyler.

"Hey, Tyler."

"Hey, Quincey. Why are you wearing a varsity jacket? I didn't think you were into sport."

"I'm not, I am supposed to be a sporty person this week according to the chart."

"Chart?"

"Oh, of course you don't know, I must sound pretty crazy, huh?"

"You never sound crazy, but what is this chart about?"

"Char has drawn up a chart of different stereotypes for each week so I can get a boyfriend. This week I'm a sports stereotype, but I don't know a thing about sport so I actually made myself flash cards about sport so I could talk to jocks, apparently they're easy to talk to because they're always talking about sport, well, according to Char anyways. I don't really think anybody is that stereotypical."

Says the girl in the varsity jacket and runners, I think to myself.

"Why do you need to get a boyfriend?"

"Because Char feels sorry for me now that she has a boyfriend and I still don't."

"What does that have to do with getting a boyfriend?"

"Nothing, it stops Char talking about Jason. That is, because she is too busy conducting a one sided conversation about how to be whatever it is she has in her endless mind. I don't know why, but I just don't like Jason."

"Maybe it's intuition?"

"Nah, probably me feeling inferior and being jealous."

"Why would you ever feel inferior?"

"Um, can we change the subject, we've been talking about me too long. I answered your question about the varsity jacket so now I get to ask you a question. Have you decided to join any clubs, sport teams etcetera?"

"It took a long series of lists of pros and cons but I've decided to join the school newspaper as a photographer and journo."

"Cool! I'm on the team too, as a critic and editor."

The bell rang and I gathered my books to head off to my next class.

"Bye Tyler, see ya at the next meeting." I called out as he disappeared through the door.

For the first time, I, Quincey, was looking forward to Math class. Not because of my best bud Char, but to test out my new sporty look on one of the many jocks in my class. I hadn't in any of my previous classes because Char wouldn't believe that I had, unless she was there and had seen it herself. As I walked through the jam packed halls to class I ran through the list of jocks in my class. Jason~taken, Luca~rude, Guy~who picks his nose, Gerard, Joe-

"Ouch!" I yelped. I had been so lost in thought that I ran into Dylan Pierce, resident school golden boy. Soccer team, debating team, democratic, perfect record. The usual. To be honest, he was a walking cliché.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there." He mumbled and brushed past me.

Strange, usually he was up beat and never, ever mumbled. It was the big reason for his popularity among classmates and teachers alike. I hadn't realised the bell had already gone and I was officially late for class. I muttered a string of curse words and hurried off to class.