Et tu Brunette?

High School. The jungle of adolescent life, where the female species feeds on the blood of those beneath its tread. With angelic voices they bark upon those who disagree, and with delicately manicured nails, they scratch upon the once pristine reputations of the innocent. With ears that were trained to seek out even the smallest voices, and glossy, mascara-ed eyes to see all, this species sought out those who were weak and even brought down the strong. Then there are those like me who hid in the brush of unpopularity, and managed to escape the wandering and piercing eyes of the top of the food chain.