(Please keep in mind I wrote this when I was 12-13 years old. It will not be good! Please do not expect something amazing out of this and proceed with that knowledge.)
Ah, highschool. A time for growing up, discovery, and for the most part stress. To be honest, when you were a kid, you would always fantasise about beginning highschool. But who could blame you? The way movies would portray it made everything seem so magical. In the movies it was fun, sometimes romantic and always able to seem as if people enjoyed it.
Well, it turns out everything you thought it would be was a total fabrication of how it would turn out.
In reality, school was harsh, brooding, stressful, and nothing mattered more than popularity. The hallways were always filled with angry people who didn't care if they hurt you while they shoved past everyone else. Classes were immensely boring, and the amount of homework people were given was absolutely astounding. People were obsessed with the idea of a social hierarchy, and immediately people were given titles and ranks based on how 'popular' or 'cool' they were. Take golden boy Bradley Lewis as an example - he's a total dick, but because of his looks and friendships people glorify him and his actions. He is respected and loved by his peers despite his foul treatment towards others, and all of this is because he is deemed 'popular' by the society that is highschool. It didn't matter if you were a good person or not - if you were hot or rich, you're popular. And for some unknown reason, everyone decided that the rigged system that is the terrible hierarchy is the thing that defines how people treat others - so the people who are less fortunate than the rich and pretty were the ones who were deemed 'weird' or 'losers'.
(Y/n) (L/n) was actually pretty fortunate when it came to all of this. She was born in a rich home with rich parents who spoiled her on her birthdays and treated the 'lowlifes' like they didn't exist. She was naturally pretty, and was immediately accepted into a popular group of stuck-up rich girls who had the same attitude as her parents did. Her school wasn't the best of schools, but it definitely acted like one. The teachers were 'pristine' and dressed like it was some sort of private school. They weren't very nice, either.
And despite all of her surroundings, (Y/n) was able to maintain a kind and loving personality.
Her calm and caring attitude surprised most people - because, as it had became very evident when she began her journey at Westinghouse highschool, she was rich and her looks were just a bonus to her image. The other girls who had nice clothes and a rich family were mean, stuck up and selfish, just like their parents.
But (Y/n) was different.
Nobody really knew, but (Y/n) really didn't care about popularity at all. As big as a situation as everyone said it was, the sweet girl just didn't seem to care how she was viewed or who she was seen with.
But her parents did.
So, when she started highschool, her parents set her up with a group of rich and wealthy girls who were like her. Except they weren't like her at all. Sure, they had similar life stories, but every single girl in that group was different to her. They were mean, rude, and honestly really toxic. They were 'nice' to (Y/n) most times, but their true colours would show when they got angry. And they got angry all the time.
(Y/n) honestly didn't like hanging out with them. They treated others who weren't popular like dirt, and they had no regard for how anyone was feeling. They were very obviously spoiled, and acted as if the world revolved around them.
But despite her efforts, she just couldn't leave them.
She had been apart of their group for years, and since (Y/n) was quiet and somewhat reserved, nobody really took the time to get to know her. That meant that everyone thought of her with the same mindset as they thought of the other girls - and that wasn't the best way to be thought of. Everyone knew her as one of the mean girls - even though there was no evidence she was actually mean. She would never be present when her 'friends' were bullying others, and would never actually say anything rude to anyone.
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"Aching Heart." - Stanley Barber x Reader. (DISCONTINUED)
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