Finding Cinderfella

Bridgette Thoms High School. Also know as BTHS. Or, As I call it, Prison for Teens. There are many Cliques that separate us. Populars, Sweethearts, Theater, Chess club, Acne ridden, Emos and then the Rebels. The bottom of the food chain. Rebels, Different, and an old term, Greasers. Oh, and did i mention, I'm one of them. My best friends are in the Popular and Sweethearts clique. Or should I say my enemy is in the populars and my best friend is in the Sweet hearts. We we're a trio now we're two. One ditched us for the populars. Even though they deny wanting to stop being friends, we left. He wasnt one of anymore. He changed that summer he hung around the most popular girl in the school. Why? I wish I knew. Oh, and I used to have a major crush on him. The last year while we are all stuck in the same classes will just be delightful wont it. Our maybe they will join us. Whatever way the cookie crumbles