In this war called high school you're defined by something. Money, Sex Life, Talents, Beauty and then there are the people who define us. When you enter these double doors everything changes you aren't 'you' anymore you are who you are defined to be. Cliques are mainly what define us. Us who simply come here to rub our wealth in the face of others and laugh at people who can't afford what we have. Although the stupidity leaks from this idea the day you enter you're branded with an invisible stamp on your forehead sure people may try to change how they look to 'redefine them selves but that never stays long. Why can't we define ourselves for what is inside? In my retrospect we are all just a bunch of fakes pretending to be something we're not. But that is High School.All Rights Reserved