Olives

Vacant. That's all these people were. If you look into their eyes there's nothing there. Absolutely nothing. All they cared about was status, and maybe I did too, but they thought that they were elite. They're all trend followers, all 1,000 of them. My school has 1,000 trend followers, that's wild. Each and every single one of them the same person, just like this town. Just like my life another year another day all the same. A different house every few years and different foster parents too, but always the same town with the same kids. This year just a little different from the last, everyone hates me.

(Previously known as "The Olive Garden")