Miss (Un)Popularity

Chapter one- Christmas time is Here.

Lilly~

December. Finally, my birthday and Christmas. Who am I? I'm Lilly Harris. I've got really dark brown, all most black hair, brown eyes. I'm about 5'7, shorter than most kids in the 11th grade. I'm a gamer, and a full out nerd. I've had three boyfriends in my lifetime, all of which cheated on me. And I really, really like birds. But enough about me. This is my story.

I had two best friends, Lanee (pronounced as its spelled) and James Jr. We called him Jimmy. Jimmy's dad was named Bart; his parents were those kind of people that basically wanted their child to be bullied. I think his parents were drunk in the hospital. I don't know.

Most people in Allen Sr. High thought Jimmy and I were dating, seeing as he was around me. A lot. We weren't dating. We never did date. End of story.

Lanee was one of those girls you would expect to be a drama queen: Blonde hair, blue eyes, has guys lined up around the block for her. She is. But she's one of the nicer ones, like Gretchen Wieners, from Mean Girls. (You go Glen Co-Co!)

That crappy, blizzarding morning, I woke up late. Again.

"UUUUUUUUUGH." I yelled.

"LILLY, SHUT UP! IM SLEEPING!" my sister, Claire, yelled from net door.

"Yes. Obviously, you little twit."

"I heard that!"

I sighed, and started to pick out my clothes. I was surprisingly curvy for a band nerd. I suppose that's why I had any boyfriends at all.

I stuck with my usual outfit: ripped jeans, a beanie, some random shirt, and a Pikachu hoodie. (Wow, so hipster, much nerd.) I really couldn't do anything with my hair except put it up, because it was flat, long and had to be washed everyday if I didn't want to have the fabulous styles of a fish gone through a carwash.

I quickly put my hair into a bun at the back of my head, and my bangs, which reached about to my ear, stubbornly fell out, as if to say,"YOU CANNOT CONTROL ME, PEASANT." Running downstairs to grab a pop-tart, I was stopped by my mom. She handed my my backpack, and looked disapprovingly at my outfit.

"Honey, it's way to cold for that! You will not leave this house until you put on a winter coat."

"Mom, I'm already-"

"COAT."

I put on the coat.

Then ran out the door in a frenzy to Lanee's house, where I found her playing a video game with Jimmy "distracting" him by laying across his lap, kicking his remote. He kept nervously laughing and wiping his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes.

You might notice why I ship Janey.

Jimmy noticed me standing in the door frame smirking, and screamed silently, beginning to lose the game.

"C'mon, Jimmy, you're losing," I said tauntingly. His face grew pale.

Lanee looked at me, then back at her game. She had somehow managed to kick Jimmy's controller into the kitchen, and was now winning.

"Do we have to go?"

"Why, are you having fun?"

She wasn't facing me, but I could see color flush to her cheeks. Jimmy looked at me.

"Shut up, Lilly."

"Don't get your panties in a twist, Jay-Jay. C'mon, lets go. We're already late."

After waiting another twenty minutes for Lanee to get her crap together, we somehow made it on the bus. Our bus was one of those buses you truly wonder why the military hasn't had to get involved yet. Think of it: yelling kids, boys fighting, that one couple that's making out so much it's surprising their lips haven't had to be surgically removed, the girls in the back screaming insults about each other's hair, and the bus driver who really doesn't give a rats behind. Oh, an the jocks and cheerleaders that won't shut up. Looking at the jocks, Lanee nudged me. "Looks like you've got a stalker," she whispered, wiggling her eyebrows. I looked back, and Caleb Maclease, big muscly kid with carmel hair, was staring at me.