𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 ✾ (𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐢𝐞)

EIGHTEEN !

DIFFERENT !

THE ONLY THING I HAD LEARNED SO FAR today was that public high school is not like the movies. i hadn't seen one kid get bullied yet, however i've heard at least six people talk bad about their friends today. the lunch wasn't half as bad as i thought it'd be, and the 'mean girls', really aren't mean at all.

at least, to your face.

i should've figured that nadia was one of the popular girls. why wouldn't she be? her and her friends dress in name-brand clothing- all the time. not even just once in a while. every day.

anyways, even though joining the 'popular' group wasn't necessarily part of my plan, it was better than having nobody to hang out with. plus, it's not like i had a choice. it's almost like being born into royalty. kind of. not really.

i guess being apart of our school's 'royalty' isn't all that bad; i get to hear all the tea on other kids at our school.

although i don't have anyone to talk to in my first two classes, i have third hour with annie, mandla, and johnny, and fourth with noah. after that, noah and i walk to lunch together. we had to pull up an extra chair (which isn't allowed, but whatever) to the table so they could fit me in.

the lunch hour consisted of lots of yammering, mostly from annie and nadia. they talked about planning another time for annie to hang out with us again. every once in a while i would look up to find someone at the table staring at me, a new person every time. probably because most of them are still strangers for the most part, they've only met me once or not at all.

and that leads up to now, listening to annie complain about her sister taking her clothes.

"like, seriously, she doesn't even fit in them! she tried on my forever 21 sweater the other day, it went down to her freakin' waist," she rolled her eyes.

"isn't she like, ten? take her to claire's and buy her some jojo bows," nadia giggled at her own joke.

"she's thirteen," annie sighed, "and she wants to go through my old clothes with me tonight to pick out some that she can have." after that, i got bored, and turned my head to noah to try to star a conversation with him instead.

"i was just about to ask you what your next class was," he grinned.

after checking my paper, i replied, "crafting," rolling my eyes.

johnny perked up from the other side of noah, "i have that class next, too."

i looked at my tray, not daring to make eye contact with the boy, and nodded. "alright, you'll have to show me where it is," i chuckled.

"got it," he smiled widely, "just follow me after lunch."

"YOU CAN JUST COPY OFF OF A PICTURE you find on the internet, we, unfortunately, don't have the time to get your brainstorming sheet done," the art teacher, mrs. fropner, said. scrambling at least one hundred papers in her hand, she scurried around the room to help students out.

i looked at johnny, puzzled. the teacher had walked away before i got the chance to ask any questions- so i guess i would just bug him with anything that confused me.

he shook his head, "this project doesn't count for a grade, it's lame, just copy mine," he slid his small box across the table and i examined it.

a small, sloppy, yellow-painted, box with an opening flap at the top. two sides were crammed with snippets from magazines, mod-podge gluing it on. a third side was about a quarter way full, you could tell he had a long way to go. a stack of magazines sat in front of him.

"that's neat. so like, what kind of things are you cutting out? i cant read it 'cause of the stuff you painted over it," i slid it back to him, gripping my own, plain box in my hand.

"i guess... inspirational stuff. like, i cut out this little picture of a sun, which is pretty inspirational if you ask me," he grinned, pointing at a little sun wedged in between cut outs of words.

"got it. pass me a magazine?" i asked, holding my hands out for one. of course, him being absolutely stupid, frisbee-flung it into my forehead. "thanks," i blew hair out of my face.

"welcome," he smirked, like it was funny. "want me to throw the scissors like that?" he pretended to chuck them, making me flinch.

"fuck you," i laughed, reaching out and snatching the scissors from his hand, and began cutting out whatever caught my eye.

KARLEIGH SPEAKS !
this book is going nowhere tbh:((((