I peer down the stairs into the sea of people. Half of them are at their lockers, the other half just barely getting there. I walk down the steps and become just another fish in an already too crowded sea. I clutch the straps of my purple backpack and dart through the sea of people like a fish hunting for food. Like a hungry fish, I decide to start hunting for my locker. 256...Where's 256? I finally find my locker and open it. Kiara, Kylee's twin sister, walks up and opens the locker right next to mine. She takes off her jacket, revealing that her blonde hair has been dyed hot pink. I just sort of stand there looking at her hair, until she looks up at me and smiles expectantly.
"I like your hair, Kiara," I said rather awkwardly.
"Oh, thanks," she says.
"Why did you dye it?" I ask.
"Because I was sick of people mistaking Kylee for me." She says, "I mean I'm the popular, gorgeous one, and people deserve to know that." She closes her locker and walks away. I can't disagree with her about being popular or pretty. She really is. But she and Kylee are identical. So technically if people think that Kiara is pretty, then they should think that Kylee is pretty too. Yet for some reason, Kiara is considered popular AND pretty, while Kylee is considered neither.
The bell rings, a reminder that I need to be in homeroom. I rush down the halls, passing Victoria, who is also in my accelerated math class. I smile at her because it is better to have friends than enemies. She, surprisingly enough, stops me and says in her laid back way,
"Hey, new girl, you're smart right?"
"Yeah, I guess," I say.
"Great! Are you free later at, like, three?"
"Uhhh...." She cuts me off.
"I'll see you later then." She picks up her stuff and starts to walk away. I manage to stop her and ask, "Um, why are we meeting?"
"So you can help me with my homework." She says it like it's obvious. " Why else would I ask if you were smart?"
"Oh," I say, "I guess I'll see you later then!" She smiles and closes her locker. She turns, heading towards our social studies. I turn and walk into Ms. Smiths' classroom.
As I walked into Ms. Smiths' room, I thought about what Kylee had told me about Victoria. She had said that she was mean, but I don't really see it. Yeah, she could have asked nicer, but overall she seemed like a girl who needed math help.
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The 3 rules of popular
General FictionThis story follows Ashlynn, a middle child with a need to fit in. She loves theatre, but she wants her parents to notice her, so she tries to be more like her sisters. She tries hard to fit in and loses friends along the way. Will Ashlyn be able to...
