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To break free of the stereotypical box that high school placed her in, Charlie must team up with Liam, the new soccer player on the team her dad coaches.
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Girls fall at Liam's feet - except Charlie. She...
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Ataraxia (noun)
- a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety; tranquillity.
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Have you ever felt like your life was being controlled by some random person who was playing The Sims? Or perhaps you felt like you were a character in an Episode Interactive story, with no true decision in how your life played out. Well, that was how I felt every single day of my life. The same things happened every single day and honestly, it was getting a bit annoying. How many times did I have to go through the same thing? I mean, even after I'd learnt my listen, did I really have to experience the same thing, only paraphrased? It was annoying.
The person who was controlling me must've been into some cliché bullshit. I despised that there was such a thing as stereotypes – if there wasn't, I wouldn't automatically be classified as the mean girl after one look. Okay, I get it, blue eyes, blonde hair, big deal. Not every blonde was a bitchy cheerleader named Brittany.
I absolutely abhorred the fact that people categorized other people. At school, students weren't permitted to sit anywhere they wanted. It was imperative that they sit with members from their own clique. I didn't even believe cliques still existed but high school proved me wrong. Although, not everybody knew the deep, dark secrets that were buried under Lakeside High. I doubted anyone would care. But I knew the truth, everyone did. It was just something they refused to acknowledge, tried to forget.
We'd never, ever gotten a new student before, which saved us the effort of having to explain the Lakeside rules. All of us had been here since the very beginning, moving over from middle school. Everybody knew the next person's business. Lakeside was a tiny town in California, a mere dot on the map. People who were born here, died here. It was probably the reason Principal Rooney could get away with her clique rule. Outsiders didn't question it, and natives knew the truth.
She thought she'd be doing the students a favour, seeking to eradicate bullying by placing students with the same interests into cliques. Segregation seemed to be the answer. However, with separate groups came hierarchies. There were students at school who were considered better than everyone else, they were considered the superiors. I snarled as I stared out of the window at the passing scenery, remembering that I was one of those people.
"Can you stop fucking growling?" The voice of my brother lectured me, clenching his grip on the steering wheel and sparing me a quick glance. The scowl on his face was a natural thing, one of the only facial expressions he ever used. I looked up at him through the rear-view mirror, icy blue eyes narrowing. He rolled his eyes at the look on my face. "Down, Charlie. Down."
I jeered, kicking the back of his seat which prompted a protest from him just as the car came to a standstill in the school's parking lot. "Shut up, Chris. I'm not a dog."
