A short story aimed to mock Hollywood clichés. This was originally something I wrote in an afternoon when I suddenly realised I'd forgotten to do it as part of my English project. But anyway, here it is, so please vote/comment etc.

Our school works differently to others, because we're a grammar school, and we have different rules. We were all smart, the top percent of the country. But we're not all short ginger nerds in glasses with braces. Oh no. Friendships didn't change much. Most of the time, your group was fixed. And your group had its fixed place. Firstly, there's the popular ones. Not popular in our school, but the ones who would fit in in normal schools. The ones who wear makeup and tiny little skirts, shorts and strappy tops. Then there's the cool geeks. The ones who are probably best where they are, but have social media and interact with boys on a regular basis. Right at the bottom, you have the unpopulars. The ones who really are disliked by everyone, have more fictional friends than real. And in between, you have us. What are we? Well, we're us. We're not popular, but not unpopular. We're mostly unnoticed as far as the hierachy goes. But something happened to us. And we're going to be noticed.

When we all play the one word game and end up with a completely bonkers oneshot. Before reading please sign the form saying we are not responsible if you go insane. Thank you! The one-word game is when you take turns in a group saying one word each to make sentences, for those who don't know. - EvilOverlord666

Welcome to HELL. WELL EDUCATED HELL. WITH SMARTER IDIOTS. YEAH IT'S POSSIBLE. We're here to bust some grammar school myths, share some of our own unique experiences and generally warn you to not think that just because everyone here passed some entrance exam, doesn't mean they're all going to be as nice as you are. Or as smart. - Florenche Or at least as smart as you are. None of us here are that nice. - EvilOverlord666