Boys

01. Blowing Joints

You wanna know what gets me hyped? Lacing up my dance shoes, not blowing a joint.

All Teens my age seem to do is- get high, party till sunrise and have sex any time and anywhere. My parents should be proud of me! I'm the golden child. That child every parents yearns for their chilld to be.

 You'll never catch me doing that kind of stuff. Even if you did, I wouldn't be able to hear the end of it.

I kind of have this thing for dance, Hey who am I kidding I freaking love dance. Jazz to be exact. I love the rush of adrenaline that flows throughout my body as the music thumps against the speakers.

My body twists and jumps at each beat. Jazz is life, well to me.

I'm the socially awkward girl of Northern Lakes High School. It's either your--

A, Popular and when I mean popular I mean your infamous for sleeping around, wearing the shortest of fabric and bullying anyone who's not on your social level.

B, The blacks. Not trying to sound racist but that's what they wanna be called, well the non-explicit version. Their your typical African American kids, loud, mean, and hilarious. They like me cause I'm 'Thick' I take that as a compliment why, I rather be thick than skinnier than a toothpick as some of the populars.

C, Nerdy. meaning that you stick with the kids who play with their pokemon cards at lunch or compete to see who has the highest A and no if you have a B your not even on their level.

I tried fitting in with the nerds even they rejected me.

D, Normal when you just have your own little clique and your to yourselves not bothering anyone. You could be friends with the popluar's and blacks, just not you know hang out with them.

And then there's me,

Wallflower, The girl who keeps to herself has decent grades and could go a day without talking.

I'm  not even fit to be in a category, that should say something!

I can't be with the popular's cause I'm not fit for that kind of stuff they do. Can't fit in with the blacks cause well, I don't know let me just take a look in the mirror and see what skin complexion I have.

Like I said before the nerds won't even glance my way and being normal, well I don't have a clique.

There's nothing wrong with me I don't have social anxiety or depression I honestly just haven't met the right friend. Everyone here just cares about their hair,clothes and reputation.

For me, I couldn't care less if my hair becomes into a frizzy mane as long as I can see where I'm going and what I'm doing, clothes girl-- if my ass or boobs don't hang out my clothes I'm fine. Reputation? Ha! Your really funny! I lied, your not I am why, cause I have no reputation!

Or I'm just to damn picky, but I like to go with option one. It's the safest one. Seriously.

I quickly head over to my homeroom and sit right next to the window pane in the third row. It's not I like I could sit in the back those seats are for the popluar's, and the front well you guessed.

The plump half way bald man waddles into the classroom. Yes, waddled.

Students attempt to stifle laughs as he walks over to the black board.

"Studnets!" Mr.Kins wisps. Students couldn't contain their laughter and begin to abrupt in a large laughter.

Everyone is laughing, clutching their bystanders or dying of breath. I'm probably the only one who isn't laughing.