There's no such thing as "fitting in" apparently.
I was observing I guess you could say, the students at the school. The kids who were "popular" were very obvious; they had huge crowds around them, and were acting very obnoxious. Apparently this rank was given to you at birth or something. Kids who were "losers" were not allowed to socialize with these kids at all.
I pity the losers.
Not that I wasn't one either, because it's obvious that I was. Not even the other losers would talk to me... Not that I wanted them to. I was better off just being by myself. So I avoided Jezreel and Emery as much as I could. I appreciated their effort; I just didn't want to get close to anyone here. I had too much on my mind to have friends.
There were some kids that caught my eye though.
I noticed them far off to the side, far off where even the nerds weren't hanging out. A small group of them hung out in the corner, seeming oblivious to others around them. While everyone else seemed chaotic and vibrant, they seemed calm and collected. Actually mature.
"Hey Shelby," a voice snapped my attention. I looked up to see Emery, beaming down on me with his goofy grin. I ducked my head.
"Hi," I mumbled.
"What's up?"
"...Nothing," I said, rolling my eyes behind my eyelids. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? He'd been attempting to talk to me for almost a week now, with no success. I didn't like him. He was too... happy. My eyes flickered over to the other kids, my curiosity spiking up now and then.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" Emery asked, turning around. I saw this as my chance to know what the deal was with those kids.
"Who're they?" I asked; it was almost a whisper.
"Them?" Emery asked, almost disbelieving. "Those are the druggies," he said slowly, as if I was missing a big piece of the puzzle. "Why?"
"I dunno," I shrugged. "They seem nice."
"Yeah, maybe because they're high," he replied coldly. He glared at me, staring me down with his big brown eyes. "Stay away from them Shelby. Those kids are bad news. You don't want to get involved with drugs and crap like that." I bit my tongue. Who was he to tell me what to do? The bell rang, and Emery left, with a warning glance. I rolled my eyes. Why was he acting like he was Blair or something?
That day at lunch, Emery and Jezreel didn't get their daily chance to invite me to their lunch table (which failed also daily). Instead of sitting in my usual spot in the far back corner of the cafeteria, I went to eat outside, where the "druggies" were.
I admit that when I saw them there, I was actually kind of intimidated. Ok, really intimidated. I took a deep breath, and walked over to them. They gave me weird looks. One of them chuckled.
"It's the retard," one of the guys chuckled. "Aren't you supposed to be in high school or something?" I ignored the comment.
"I need something," I said, my voice shaking a little. The guy stopped laughing. They all looked at each other; their eyes suspicious.
"Like what," one girl said. My heart beat picked up.
"Anything," I said quickly. "Just give me something to forget." The girl smiled.
I was observing I guess you could say, the students at the school. The kids who were "popular" were very obvious; they had huge crowds around them, and were acting very obnoxious. Apparently this rank was given to you at birth or something. Kids who were "losers" were not allowed to socialize with these kids at all.
I pity the losers.
Not that I wasn't one either, because it's obvious that I was. Not even the other losers would talk to me... Not that I wanted them to. I was better off just being by myself. So I avoided Jezreel and Emery as much as I could. I appreciated their effort; I just didn't want to get close to anyone here. I had too much on my mind to have friends.
There were some kids that caught my eye though.
I noticed them far off to the side, far off where even the nerds weren't hanging out. A small group of them hung out in the corner, seeming oblivious to others around them. While everyone else seemed chaotic and vibrant, they seemed calm and collected. Actually mature.
"Hey Shelby," a voice snapped my attention. I looked up to see Emery, beaming down on me with his goofy grin. I ducked my head.
"Hi," I mumbled.
"What's up?"
"...Nothing," I said, rolling my eyes behind my eyelids. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? He'd been attempting to talk to me for almost a week now, with no success. I didn't like him. He was too... happy. My eyes flickered over to the other kids, my curiosity spiking up now and then.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" Emery asked, turning around. I saw this as my chance to know what the deal was with those kids.
"Who're they?" I asked; it was almost a whisper.
"Them?" Emery asked, almost disbelieving. "Those are the druggies," he said slowly, as if I was missing a big piece of the puzzle. "Why?"
"I dunno," I shrugged. "They seem nice."
"Yeah, maybe because they're high," he replied coldly. He glared at me, staring me down with his big brown eyes. "Stay away from them Shelby. Those kids are bad news. You don't want to get involved with drugs and crap like that." I bit my tongue. Who was he to tell me what to do? The bell rang, and Emery left, with a warning glance. I rolled my eyes. Why was he acting like he was Blair or something?
That day at lunch, Emery and Jezreel didn't get their daily chance to invite me to their lunch table (which failed also daily). Instead of sitting in my usual spot in the far back corner of the cafeteria, I went to eat outside, where the "druggies" were.
I admit that when I saw them there, I was actually kind of intimidated. Ok, really intimidated. I took a deep breath, and walked over to them. They gave me weird looks. One of them chuckled.
"It's the retard," one of the guys chuckled. "Aren't you supposed to be in high school or something?" I ignored the comment.
"I need something," I said, my voice shaking a little. The guy stopped laughing. They all looked at each other; their eyes suspicious.
"Like what," one girl said. My heart beat picked up.
"Anything," I said quickly. "Just give me something to forget." The girl smiled.
With this new story, I wanna write a horror story.
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six year old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter acting strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the table for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled by something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six year old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter acting strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the table for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled by something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
Me and Brittany got scared when the police questions us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the beer since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot more nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
The boys got is trouble because of the beer since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot more nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
you don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these lost fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and you don’t care anymore,
but you do,
you still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the day of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing you
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
Hey Mom,
It's been a while
Since you sat next to me,
Since I saw you smile
I miss you Mom
I wish you were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see you Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my heart in two
I'll always remember Mom,
You taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling you Mom
Losing you killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what you were Mom,
Strong.
In everything you said
In everything you did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
It's been a while
Since you sat next to me,
Since I saw you smile
I miss you Mom
I wish you were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see you Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my heart in two
I'll always remember Mom,
You taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling you Mom
Losing you killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what you were Mom,
Strong.
In everything you said
In everything you did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.