Becoming a Plastic::::::::,,,,
Take a look, take a picture, capture it in your heart. The way it's supposed to be. Now look at reality, the opposite of what everyone wants...to find thereself.
It was my first day at Maddison High. I planned it all out, I was supposed to be different, but somehow..I always seem to fall in the same crowd, the same group, the same..problems. I used to attend Washington Prep for girls, but I transfered because my dad had gotten promoted. I was a bit scared to move on, to actually start over again.
Victor reached over me and grabbed Karens hand. They were always being lovey douvey. Victors my competitive brother and Karen was his girlfriend.
"Victor, stop it." Karen chuckled.
"Well maybe I will if you give me a little peck." I gave them an awkward stare.
"You guys, I am right here...?"
I always felt left out when I was hanging with any couple. Especially Victor and Karen, they were perfect together. They dated 4 years long without any problems. The best of it all is they have every single thing in common. They think it's fate, but me..I think it was just luck, luck that never came my way.
"Sorrie Meg, your brothers just so manished." She leaned over and gave Victor a kiss.
It felt awkward walking to school with my gross brother and his gross girlfriend, after all I was now a freshman and I myself didn't even have a boyfriend.
----We arrived at our future highschool, Maddison High. Colors of Orange and Irish Green, wich are boring and terrible.
I seperated from Karen and Victor as soom as we arrived, I didn't want to embarras myself by looking lost. I walked over near the entrance, where there stood 3 hot guys, and one looked familiar.
Standing behind them are what everyone calls the "Plastics" they are the so hot girs, you might not want to hang with. Standing by the lockers were Emos, gothics, hispanics, loners, couples, geeks, and last but totally not least my favorite..the normals.
"Megan?" Called out a voice from behind me.
I continued to walk, I was sure there were hundreds of Megans at Maddison high, and I didn;t want to embarras myself by answering.
"Megan..?" A tap touched my shoulder.
I slowly turned around to see who it was and the face really didn't hit me. I really didn't recognize.
"Megan." He pulled his hand out for a shake. "I'm Alex Hernandez,..I'm supposed to show you around."
He was between hot and sexy, perfect combination of Zach Efron and Justin Timberlake. His hair a fresh newly light brown, greenish blue eyes that out glowed the sun. His lips the color of apricot and just the right size of a thinner upper lip, that made his lower lip look juicy, they even looked baby soft. He wore skinny legs with levi's and a v-neck, wich made him look "Hotter"
I pushed my hair back, behind my ear and shook his hand. "Oh, hi Alex.." I placed my hand in my pocket. "Uhmm..actualy I wouldn't mind a tour...but my brothers girlfriend is intending to and.."
Alex interupted. "Well, sorry but- Mrs.Mox want's me to show you around." He raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"Well, yea...sure." I stuttered. "A tour- a tour would be great."
The first bell rung.
"Well, Megan I'd love to stay and chat but I have to get going.." He slung his bag onto his opposite shoulder.
"Ok...bye" I wove my hand goody-bye.
"See ya in the Caf at 9."
When I stepped in my homeroom class, everyone stared. I was the shiny new toy this time.
I took a seat in the back of the classroom, where the plastics sat. It was something I wasn't expecting, but it happened.
"Hey newbie." I cool shrug of breath hit my neck.
I turned around and there was a perfect victim. A blond with blue eyes and a too small skirt. She was like another Britney Spears, minus the talented part.
"Hi,...plastic." I raised my eyebrows at her and rolled my eyes before I snapped my neck back.
She looked over to her redhead friend and rolled her eyes. She leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Hey newbie,..I don't know who you are or what you want but..this is my school,and now your officially vermin."
and there it was, my first enemy, my road to a succeful highschool year.
Step One: Make Enemys.
"Enemy;s make your like a whole lot better, they try to bring you up,...but attract more attention."