***Sorry ppl, but this particular characters a b*tch.
I walked into school on the first day and breathed in the familiar smell...it was glorious.
Now, your probably thinking what the hell, love school? Are you freaking crazy? Well no, I'm not crazy, if I was I wouldn't be where I am. And that would be at the top. I was the Lioness of the food chain of school.
I knew everyone and eveyone knew me. I'm popular. No...not just popular. The most popular female at school and girlfriend of the most popular guy. Of course I was, it's only right.
I'm beautiful.
I'm the most popular.
I set the standards. And unfortunatly some people just don't live up to said standards.
And most importantly I am admittedly a royal b*tch.
There are three rules for staying at the top.
1. Have everyone love you (or scare them into loving you)
2. Know how to properly stab backs.
3. Stay away from
thoes kids.
Those kids are;
The Nerds
The Emos or Cutters
The Goths
The Freaks
The Druggies
THe Wannabes (can sometimes be useful for information)
I walked to the bes locker in the school - the one between the fountains and the girls bathroom - and clamied my rightful spot, shoving some nerd outta the way before they got to it.
They tried to go for the spot beside me.
"Nuh-uh," I said to her. "These are for the popular kids. You locker is in the techie hallway."
Note: the techie hallway is for the nerds. Outside by the left corner for the Druggies, the right for the Emos. Goths the art room. The wannabes stuck close by the right side of the caff, but really that was researved for popular.
I watched the sad girl scuttly away and chuckled to myself. This was too easy. I stashed my stuff and went on my way to search for Mitch. I found him at his locker by the gym. I wrapped my arms round him waist.
"Hey babe," he said, twisting around to give me a small kiss.
"Hey, whats your first class?"
"Science. you?"
"same, lets go."
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Mr. Walls was just about to start the lesson when some new girl walked in.
I looked up, hoping for a new kid I could bring up to the top with me. Latly my "bff" Kaitlyn was slacking. Her new boyfriend just didn't fit the standards.
darn, her all black wardrob told me she was just some useless emo.
"Freak," I muttered as she took the seat beside me after refusing to answer Mr. Wells stupid inquisitive (yeah, popular people use big words to) questions.