The Popularity Scale

The Popularity Scale

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Heidi's name suited her more than anything, standing out from the crowd was never one of her strong points. She was a seventeen year old girl whose name would come under 'socially awkward' in the dictionary. Her name actually did, at least in her best friend's dictionary, she had wrote it in a black permenant marker. Heidi didn't mind not being known, in fact, she craved it. She enjoyed her simple, drama free life. That is until the school's cliques come up with the idea of a 'popularity scale' in which each student in the year group's name would be on. At the end of the year, the name at the top of the list, won. When Heidi discovers she's the only student whose name is not on it, she couldn't be more thrilled. Her best friend, Bree, on the other hand decides enough is enough. With a little push, and a few devious schemes, will she be able to break Heidi free from her little awkward turtle shell?
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"Well then. That's the first time a girl has ever rejected my close proximity," he said, eyes ablaze with a playful fire. "You better get used to it," I retorted as I spun on my heel and headed for the school doors that led to the outside. "I've never met anyone like you before," he called after me, this time, not coming after me. "I know, Romeo. I'm a special little snowflake," I called back, not turning around. "You got the 'little' part right there, Princess!" he shouted after me. I threw up my middle finger back to him and heard him laugh as I exited out the doors rather dramatically. ... I'm tired of all those high school stories about a straight-A girl student with the perfect life who falls for the stereotypical Mr. Bad Boy who wears leather black jackets and only has a soft spot for her. That's not how the real world works, sweetheart. I may look like a damsel, but I'm never in distress. ... Not me making fun of the "she's not like every other girl" trope <3 o.o :)) I like to think I'm funny. After all: #3 in amusement 10/22/22 #1 in banter 10/31/22 #3 in friendship 11/7/22

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