Deliberately on Cloud 9

Part 2- Up The Stairs

I was dropped by the entrance. The security guard shoots me a sideways glance and greets me "Good mornin'!". I replied the same with a shy tone as i continue to walk forward. I walked to the school lobby to check on what section i belonged in.

3rd floor.. room number.. 318, lezgow!

As i walked up the stairs leading to the floor i was heading, every step i took got my nervous up to a 10 each. By the time i reached the 3rd floor, my nervous probably topped the scores of the best players at last year's sea games. There is approximately 30 steps on cement floor to my classroom. Next thing i knew, thoughts were coming in my mind.

Classy enough? Is my hair all tidy? My breath.. did i? Yes. Alrighty, let's volt in.

Thought there was any grand entrance? Nope. That was just on my mind. They were definitely looking at me though. I walked straight to my seat at the front to avoid any more eye contact. I kept my senses all calm.

I don't want to see myself as a popular girl anymore but it's strange that though I want to be as-down-to-earth as i could be, it also feels good to be noticed, remembered by many. Popularity is a weird thing. You really can't just define it, and it's not so cool to talk about it, but you know when you feel or see it. Like a drunk person or porn.

I'm thinking though, am I far from being noticed or am i the other way around. My best friend Isla's gorgeous. The rest of us in our own girl group aren't that much prettier than anybody else. Okay, here are my good traits: Big dark brown eyes, high cheekbones, luscious pair of cupid's bow lips, arched thick brows and long legs. Now, here are my bad traits: a small circle button nose, a skin that gets blotchy in all friggin' shades of pink when i sweat, and a flat butt. Our former classmate/forever rival of Isla's is just as attractive as Isla. Her name is Natasha, but i don't think she had a date to last homecoming we had. Our other friend in our girl group is Alexa. Her boobs are pretty big, but mine are borderline nonexistent, at least that's what i think and what Isla thinks (when Isla's in a bad mood, she calls me Kor, or rin, or Kaleena). I know right, my nickname is definitely far from my full name. It's not that we're any perfect or our breath always smell like Heliotropes or something. Isla once had a spitting contest (like, who spits the farthest) with Joseph Desmond by the bay near our school campus and everyone clapped for her. Sometimes, Alexa wears rubber flip flops with a fish design to school. I once laughed so hard, the orange juice i was drinking went out my left nostril and landed on Lance Summer's desk. 3 weeks later, we made out in his garage. (He was so bad.)

The whole point is, we have guts to do all those things. Know why? Because we're popular. And because we're popular, we can get away with literally everything. It's just circular. I guess, what I'm also saying is, there's no point of analyzing "popularity". If ya draw a square, a circle or whatever shape, there will always be an inside and outside to it. Unless you're a total lunatic, it's easy to see which is which. It just happens.

Going back to my present time reality drama, all the classroom chairs are almost occupied. Ms. Saunders then comes in. She's our class adviser.

"Settle down, settle down." She says as she set's her laptop up on the wooden desk just in front of all of us. "I am Anna Saunders and It's really a pleasure to be your adviser this school year."

She had long black hair tied into a ponytail, fair light skin, a face so small and innocent, and a body shaped like an hourglass (which was complimented well by the teacher's long sleeved vest she was wearing). Not to mention any more stereotypes, but yes, she wears black glasses. It's pretty obvious that the boys behind me are talking about her.

"I want to know you all later after break time, but for now, i would like each and one of you to know each other first to break the ice. 1st and 3rd row, please fix you chairs the other way around." She said with a smile so pretty. Dang, i wish i could have that additional trait of having a pretty smile. Her smile kinda reminded me of Secretary Kim's, you know, Kim Mi So from "What's Wrong With Secretary Kim?".

I was on the first row, and so i had to face the other side.

Then she talked.. "We'll play, the a minute get to know each other."