the popularity project

the popularity project

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welcome to high school not only is it where dreams go to die its also the place where you're stripped of any originality and where you become fully aware of the things you dislike about yourself. let's look at the cliques - jocks kick a ball around and never take of there leather mans jacket even when its 98 degrees out - goth usually have great taste in music, wear black as if its making a "statement" and will be rude if you like anything like pop - nerds good people, usual bully victims can be seen doing other peoples homework on a regular basis but they know one day the bullies will be washing there cars - bad girls the life of the party. some times have a bit to much fun if you know what I mean there regular excuse is "yolo". - bad boys the group of pranksters and can be mean to others they dont care about anyone. teachers, students. the school is there play ground - the "it" girls the prettiest girls in the school they have the good reputations and there the girls other girls love to hate and all the guys want. - the nobody's well exactly there pretty invisible in the school dynamic This story is about one guy saying NO to the social status and making a change to get the girl he loves. If you have ever felt alone, rejected, confused, lost, anxious, wrong, wronged, unclean, angry, ashamed, curious, if you've ever felt USED. THIS is the story for you.
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*(COMPLETED) "The worst thing about being lied to is knowing you weren't worth the truth." He bit his lip. "I wanted to te-" His eyes began to water and as a single tear fell he looked at me and said "but what if you've been lying for so long you don't know how to tell the truth?" "I have and so will you." He shook his head, shut his eyes, and leaned his forehead against the glass. "And here I was thinking you would admit that you don't tell the truth either." I gripped the telephone as my knuckles turned white. "What do you mean?" "Come on Zoey I've seen you sneaking around acting like you're busy. You're hiding something and you won't tell me." All Zoey Campbell ever wanted to do was keep her head down and get through high school. Too bad it isn't that easy. Zoey is tired of everything and everyone. She is tired of being pushed around and tired of watching in the shadows. She is tired of pretending to like that girl that doesn't even know her name. Tired of pretending that she is ok when she isn't. She is constantly hoping for a better way out thinking she should just disappear. All she wants to do is scream but no matter how loud she screams no one can hear her. Don't worry things just get worse. Everyone thinks she's a "sick" girl and just another suicide case waiting to happen. I mean what kind of girl sits by herself everyday right? Zoey is running out of time and she thinks no one has tried to help her until her "special" speech in class. No one really cares about what she really thinks anyway. It just that feeling of pity. Everyone thinks she really is sick but she knows she's not. But what if she is? Maybe all it takes is that one thing to make her snap. As her life gets thrown into chaos and deep dark secrets she can't help but try to figure out the truth. Will she find a way to let her new friends save her or will she just end up as another suicide case? *Disclaimer wrote this in 2017 when I was 14.

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