The Wrong Side of the Tracks

Sitting in the Shadows

I guess all schools have them.

There's the popular clique-bold and beautiful-the envy of society.

But unlike everyone else, I can see beneath their pristine barbie-doll images they like to portray and into their real monster personas inside. Jack Frost and the 'Guardians' are the leaders. A bigger bunch of egos I have never seen.

And then there's the Misfits. The people who will never be treated like an equal by their 'fellow' classmates.More like dirt actually.

Their the lowest of the low.The bottom of the food chain.Welcome to my world.

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Elsa's P.O.V

I guess I should introduce myself, so you know whose the one speaking. You've probably heard of me though- the whole of D&D High school (Stands for Disney & Dreamworks High School, if you were wondering)has. It's not in a good way either.But lets take it a step at a time. Ok, here goes.

Hi,my name is Elsa. Elsa Crystal Winters. I'm 15 years old, tall, with long, platinum blond, and boring, pale blue eyes. I guess I'm quite slim, but I don't really moon over myself like other girls I know. I only have two friends,my cousin Rapunzel and my younger sister Anna. I've never gone out with anyone.

Sad, right?Well to be honest I like it better that way. I've never been much of a people person-it was always Anna who was the social butterfly.

Me? I kept myself to myself, first because I was just shy, but now because it's easier. Plus, I find almost everyone in my year group irritating, so this allows me to avoid communicating with them altogether.

The only disadvantage is that everyone has taken to calling me 'The Snow Queen' which gets on my nerves like hell.
I mean-hello, I have a name!

I'm sorry if I sound harsh, or even heartless. I'm not really. It's just my dad told me you have to keep your real emotions hidden, or people will use it against you .I should know that by now.

He said that you have to be strong and hard , so people will respect you. It hasn't worked so far.
And every day it's getting harder.

I guess I'm just not good enough at it yet. But I will be.

Hopefully.

My name is Elsa Winters and this is my story.

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Anyway, it's 5 o'clock in the morning, and I still can't get back to sleep.I sigh, and sit up, wondering what on earth was in store for me today. Namecalls and jibes, most probably. Which is fine by me, I don't care about all of the glares and resentment wafting off other students.

I don't realise I'm crying until I see my reflction in the window pane opposite.

Stupid Elsa! This wasn't supposed to happen!

Furiously, I wipe my tears away, and try to stop my eyes from filling with water.It doesn't work.

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I guess I must have fallen asleep, because next thing I know, Anna's shaking me like mad, and yelling at the top of her voice.

"Wake up, wake up, wake UP!"

"Urrgh...5 more minutes..." I moan and try to snuggle deep beneath the covers, but they are cruelly whipped away, out my reach, by my oh-so-loving sister.