Scared

Chapter 2: so on and so on

After science, we went to lunch. In our middle school there was a table setup. All the popular and pretty girls sat at the table in the back right corner, all the hot boys sat at the table in the back left corner, all the nerds sat at the table in the front right corner, and all the rest of us who didn't really have a place sat at the front table in the left corner. Kousagii always sat with the nerds, considering the fact that she has an extremely high IQ. I, on the other hand, sat with the group that didn't really have a spot. Some people called us the outsiders, some people called us The misfits, some people call us the mistakes, and some call us just plain losers. But one time, I got a taste of popularity. Where I WASN'T a mistake nor a loser. It started at the beginning of the year when all I did was where a crop top to school with no T-shirt under neath. I was just walking around the school to the soccer field to play soccer with Kousagii, Niagra, and Umi. They never pointed out my shirt so figured it must be fine. But even though GIRLS didn't care, the BOYS sure did. When one of the boys that sat at the hot boys table saw me wearing that crop top, he walked over. I thought he was just gonna make fun of us or toy with us or even at least try and get us of the soccer field, but instead he asked if I could sit with him at the hot boys tabel. I said sure. When we sat together at lunch, the popular women saw us together and treated me like a god. They said I had been "blessed" just because the guy I sat with called me cute. It started to get annoying so I said I would do anything if they stopped nagging me about being called cute by some random bitch. But those girls kept going. "God damn!" I thought. "These women are PSYCHOPATHS when it comes to hot men!" And I meant it. The next morning, I saw a dead body and the girls standing next to it with knives in their hands. Ok so now we end the story of me and a boy. Back to reality. "Ugh. Dumplings AGAIN!?" I thought. I took one out and offered it to Niagra.  "I don't like dumplings. Do you want mine?" I asked her. Her eyes lit up and her and shot up to grab the dumpling. She snatched and stuffed it in her mouth. "Sigh. Sometimes I just don't know what to do with that girl" I though while shacking my head. Hopefully she learns that dumplings Tatar's like garbage. Or how to read Stephen King books. But we can never be sure of it. Life is like a big poster saying so on and so on.