Lets face it. Everyone hates those hot days in August and September when back to school is sadly upon us. We hate having to put up with the popular girls and keep up with the trends that they bring to your grade. Everyone hates it. Unless you are one of those girls.
Everyone also hates being the new kid with a new, empty journal. Thats me, sadly. I've never been the most popular girl. I've never even been acknowledged by a popular girl. Maybe if I didn't spend so much time with the stories and girls in my head, I'd have an actual girl to hang out with. Of course, thats unlikely. But so is filling a journal of mine with something other than a story. That was until I met Becca.
"Hiya. I'm Becca. I like your... Sweatshirt?" She said. What a nice lie, at least she had tried.
"Elizabeth." I said. "And thanks."
"Hmmm, okay Lizzie. I think we have an hour before school starts, so how would you like to sit with me and my friends at lunch today? Of course, we'll need to see if we actually want you there." She said.
When I agreed to what she had said, trying to listen to my mom and make more friends, I didn't realize I was agreeing to sitting in a hot pink dress with a ruffled skirt, taking my pony tail out, and sitting with a bunch of girls in the middle of a lunch room.
"Lizzie, your nails are done." Said Alley, putting away her bottle of purple nail polish.
"Thanks." I responded, putting another double stuff white Oreo into my mouth.
"Kate, can I copy your homework again?" Asked Becca. These girls, while they were popular, did not have the best academic record. Why anyone would ever ask Kate for homework was beyond my reach of understanding. You'd have a better shot at getting the correct answers from a dog's footprints than from Kate. Kate was going to respond, but just before then,
"Hey girls." Said a raven haired boy wearing a blue t-shirt.
"Oh, hi Jacob." Said Becca. I had never seen four popular girls drool over one boy at the same time, but I guess there's a first for everything. Jacob was kind of worth it though. I mean, the probability of his personality and looks matching are probably one in a million, but he was a pretty face nonetheless.
He looked at me and gave me a smile. A smile and a chocolate bar. That's the same day I gave him the nickname 'Candy Man'. He walked away after that.
The chocolate was foreign. I read the label and noted that it was German chocolate. It was delicious, and I ate it slowly. The girls, however, were not as amused. They asked each other in whispers why I had gotten the chocolate. I should have known then that it would be a long year.
It was time to play by the rules, and this was their game.
The first rule. To be seen, not heard.
"Oh wow, look at the football team." Said Becca. "Especially Harry."
"I... don't see him as that cute." I replied. I got dirty glares from the group. That was when I learned rule one. Have hot pink lips, but don't let them move. No matter what anyone says.
The second rule. Express interest in boys. And only acceptable boys.
"Jacob, Harry, or Tony?"
The none of them answer I gave didn't please. Jacob was a no go, they were all after him. "Tony?" I asked and answered at the same time. They nodded. Rule 2, learned.
Rule 3. Don't talk to Jacob.
I learned this after he and Kate were both in my english period. He was charming to say the least. Not my type, but friendly. I got a lecture about how I need to back off from him, even though I had already expressed I didn't like him.
I kinda figured from all this I wouldn't be expressing my own interests for a while.
I doubt they'd still let me sit with them if they knew I was a lesbian.