High school. The place where you are just done with everything, and you just want to go to an administrator, and make them give you your diploma already.
I'm pretty sure that's how the majority of students feel here at Jamestown High.
Pretty suck-ish.
But there are four types of people that categorize all of the people you'll meet in this hell-hole.
There's your average jerky-hot-jocks. Which is pretty self explanatory. They're hot, muscular, athletic, and practically everything you look for in a guy, but happen to have the personality of a complete douche bag. That, is the perfect example of the real struggle.
Next on our list are the,"her majesties". Yes, they'd seem like really nice girls at first, but, with their hair done, make up done, fresh mani-pedi's and walking down the hallways with their damn high heels with a 'click!' in each step. They're complete brats. They're, coming to school everyday as if it were their wedding day. And don't forget their only pencil in their Louis Vuitton purse that they can't write with, cause it's eye liner!
Like, 'Excuse me, I didn't know if you noticed but, we are in a crappy high school, not your kingdom of fairies.'
Next, are your geeks, or nerds. These guys or girls, are either really nice and will let you borrow their pencil-that you'll probably forget to return, or they're jerks that only care for themselves.
Either way, at times you'll try to talk to them, but will have no idea what they're saying because of their advanced vocabulary.
Then, there's the scene people, emo, gothic or however you want to call them. You don't really want to mess with them. They seem like they have a lot going on.
And then there's me. A girl that's not known.
I'm that one girl who you see down the hallways, or while walking home. I'm the girl you don't pay attention to, and plasters a smile on her face, and easily fooling everyone that everything is fine when it isn't.
That girl that you always see but never talk to?
She's a human as well. She has struggles as well.
That girl, is me.
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