BRRRIINNNGGGGG! There was the bell again. This time instead of switching classes it was lunch time for the eighth grade. Apparently all the eighth graders met up at 11:20 a.m to eat lunch. You didn't have to sit as a class because it was just a lunch period and that meant that Mary-Lynn was expecting me to sit with her and "the girls". I searched around the room for an empty table, but then- "There you are, Cassie! I thought you were going to sit with us?" Mary-Lynn grabbed my arm. "I was just looking for you guys." I mumbled/lied in response.
She grabbed me and sat me down at her table. "So, is it just you who sits here everyday?" I asked. No one was at the table except for Mary-Lynn and I. "Of course not! The girls are just grabbing their lunch. I don't know why they bother getting school lunch." And on she went. Talking, yapping, squeaking, all over my ear. "Who's this?" It had to be one of "the girls".
Let me tell you what I see now. I see a girl with perfectly straightened light brown hair. She has really long eyelashes, but you can tell it's because she loads them up with mascara. She's a lot like "Mary-Lynn material" She's wearing skinny jeans with a sweatshirt from Victoria Secret too. I can immediately tell she doesn't like me.
"This is uhh, Cassie. She's a new student and I thought she could sit with us for now." Mary-Lynn tried to explain. "But she's not even-" the girl tried to speak. "She's sitting here!" "This is Gwen." She pointed her hand to the girl with the loaded mascara. "Hi Gwen." I spoke. She just motioned a hand towards me and focused on her food.
The next girl sat down and she looked different. She had her bleach blonde hair up in a pony tail and it had a red bow with the monogrammed letters SWL. It looked like her initials. She had a cheerleading uniform on. She had thin eyeliner and the same shade eyeshadow as Mary-Lynn.
"Hi, are you Cassie?" The cheerleader asked. "Yea." I said. "I'm Sophie Whittman. I guess your sitting here with us today?" "Yes I am." "Cool!" She seemed to be really peppy and excited. Now I see why she is a cheerleader.
The next girl sat down at the table. She was crying. I could see all of her makeup running. She was wearing a diamond bracelet and a long sleeved jacket that said PINK in cheetah print. She had dark brown hair with pink dipped ends. She had multiple rings on her right hand and multiple piercings on both ears. "Hallie, what's wrong? Mary-Lynn started patting her shoulder. "It's Josh, he broke up with me!" She sobbed. They all started paying attention to her when the next girl sat down at the table.
Her hair was in a messy bun and she was wearing a sweatshirt that said Carlston JH cheer. I guess she was a cheerleader too. She had blonde hair as well, but despite her messy bun, she had two shorter pieces of blonde hair framing her face. Her hair color was a really dark blonde and you could definitely tell she did her makeup on the bus. Her eyeliner was very thick and messy. Her eyeshadow was almost the same color as her skin and her foundation wasn't properly applied right because you could see the powder in her eyebrows and streaks of it on her neck. She had giant hoops dangling from her ears and a purse to match it.
"Hey, what's going on?" She asked me. I didn't know how to respond. I didn't really feel like answering, so I shrugged my shoulders. All of the girls were consumed in Hallie's breakup story. I thought to myself, "Should I get up and leave?" I considered doing so, but then Mary-Lynn stopped patting Hallie's shoulder because her crying was muted to a quiet sob. Gosh, now I better get out of here! I started to put my food back into my lunch box when- "So Cassie, how are you liking Carlston JH?" Mary-Lynn must've saw me leaving. "Okay, I guess." I started unpacking my food again. "Where did you move from?" Gwen asked. "Ohio." "Of course, your one of those northerners..." "GWEN!" Sophia nudged her from under the table with her foot. "What she means is... that's very cool!" I looked down at my food, avoiding conversation. "Well, it's only September 1st. You have tons of time to get to know us and the school." Mary-Lynn cheerfully said. "I guess I do." I faked a smile. The bell rang, BRRINNNNGGGG! The girls got up and left the table. "Right," I mumbled. "Only September 1st."
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Oops, I Meant Cassie
Teen Fiction13 year old Cassie always felt left out of her generation. With the pain of moving constantly at her side she has to start a new school and battle the one and only, eighth grade. Find out how Cassie battles the popular preps of eighth grade.