Life couldn't be better when you're at the top of the food chain, right? It's not hard to hold the percect image. It's not hard to try to grow into your older sisters shoes. It's not hard to juggle school, sports, friends, and everything else your parents throw at you.
When you're older sister is the Queen of your rich kid private school, things would seem easier. Life isn't too hard either when your boyfriend is the varsity quarterback. It would seem like I'm untouchable, because I am, but I hated the forced reputation.
Not that I wanted that. It just all happened. If you ask me I only think Kj dated me because of my sister. It's like marrying into royalty.
"Hey." I smiled as my friend, Madison walked up to my locker. Things have been a little odd between the two of us after the other night took an odd turn.
"I'm sorry I didn't get to text you back after school yesterday. I just got busy-I was helping my mom with something..."
"It's okay. You're not the only one, Kj didn't return any of my texts and didn't even ft me to see how my day went. Ag came to the rescue she came over to my house for awhile."
Madison raised an eyebrow at me. I can't lie to myself and act like I don't know that Ag likes me. It's obvious, but she knows I'm dating Kj. She wouldn't try to break things up.
"Brooklyn...playing with people's feelings is not okay. Ag clearly is all about you. You need to talk to her."
"What if I need a rebound?"
"Brooklyn." Madison rolled her eyes and walked away as Mallory came up to me smiling.
Mallory and Madison didn't like eachother to say the least. They felt like they were fighting over who was my bestfriend. Truthfully I was my own best friend. I was self dependent. I never went to friends about big decisions. Truthfully I always thought that self reflection and self reliance was more important than a good support system.
"You have Moral Philosophy right?" I nodded and Mallory smirked at me.
"Tell me you don't think Mr. Clarkson is hot." I rolled my eyes at Mallory. She would be someone who sleeps with a teacher. I could never.
"That's disgusting Mallory."
"Relax he's only 25. I'm 16 he can get in my pants in two year legally and now secretly."
"Okay seriously that's disturbing."
"Oh come on don't act perfect around me. I know you too well, you have your moments too." She smiled as she walked away to her next period. I walked to Moral Philosophy with Mr. Clarkson.
I was looking forward to this class. For once we just are in a class for an hour and a half without having to worry about a grade. In Moral Philosophy there is not a textbook right or wrong answer. You could argue murdering babies is just if they sneeze on you and if it's a good enough reasoning behind this then your grade is perfect.
My fear in this class is trying to be too perfect. Isn't that what my whole life was forced to be the day I got the last name Morgan.
"Alright class please find your assigned seat." I looked up at the screen and smiled at some of the names. Christen and Hope were in this class. They are two of my new teammates. So was Micheal pjr. I wasn't sat next to any of them though.
I read the name Tobin Heath on my table. I walked over and sat down with a smile.
"Hi, I'm Brooklyn." I smiled at the quiet girl beside and she gave me a nod. "So your name's Tobin?"
"Yeah, that's me,Tobin nobody Heath."
"Aww come on don't say that." I giggled and she shook her head.
"I'm gonna be honest...I don't get it. You're rich; you're pretty; you're athletic; you're older sister is the most popular girl in the school. You're built to be the biggest bitch on Earth, but you're actually one of the nicest people at this school..."
"Has it ever occurred to anyone that I'm not Alex. I'm not about the whole highschool popularity contest. What's the point anyways. I just try to see everyone for who they are."
"Tired of already being in your sister's shadows?"
"You have no idea." She gave me a small smile as she turned to the front of the room as Mr. Clarkson started class.
"Highschool. What are you priorities in highschool. Umm let's see, Mr. Porter, what is your priorities for highschool?"
"Have fun and keep my basketball scholarship."
"Ms. Press?"
"Keep good grades and keep my soccer scholarship."
"Ms. Solo?"
"I don't have priorities. I like to put everything at equal importance."
"That's good, but notice how none of you said anything about popularity." Everyone looked at around with smiles.
Mr. Clarkson just called on some of the most popular kids in the school. He knew exactly what they would say. I felt a strong smirk on my face over the words he wrote on the board, highschool hierarchy.
"Now I take it at this point everyone gets why I called on these three. A varsity basketball player on a full ride, and two varsity soccer players on full rides. It isn't something that we carefully plan out, but why is highschool popularity so important. What is the reason for wanting to be on top of the food chain?"
"Life is bad enough as a teenager, but it's easier when you're the bully and not the bullied. Now I think it's clear at our school things are different. Everyone always claims that bullying is just one way of expressing envy of another, but what would the perfect popular kid be envious of? Anyone?"
Everyone was silent. There's nothing. How is anyone supposed to talk the words of a bully out of their head when there's no logical reason behind their hate towards you.
"Boredom. We watch tv shows at this age with drama. Our age doesn't like steadiness."
"Exactly. The teenage mind is one works very differently. The adult mind thinks in the prefrontal cortex or the rational part, but teenagers use their amygdala section, emotion. For homework tonight I want you to find three reasons popularity is needed in highschool."
I rolled my eyes and shut my notebook. I had been only half listening as I was sketching someone.
"Why'd you take this class?"
"I don't want to let money and popularity to get to my head. There's more important things. Popularity isn't happiness for me. I thought maybe taking this class we'd talk about decisions and I'd hopefully make the right one. Have a good day Tobin, see you tomorrow."
What if the whole hierarchy of our highschool fell? What would I be then?
