conversation, but a few words.
As soon as she mentioned Jace’s name, he stopped the video. He rubbed his head in a circular motion trying to subdue the headache beginning to form.
Junior and Jace were on the same cross-country team. They came from opposite ends of the high school spectrum and really didn’t get along too well.
We both always hated those stupid pep rallies the principal required everyone to go to. I never had much school sprit during those. I loved sitting there making fun of it with you and Mickey. Pep rallies are irrelevant because it’s a time where the school revels in the cheerleaders' and football players’ popularity.
Not a fun time for people like me.
“Me neither,” Junior thought.
Today was the best pep rally in the history of pep rallies because of Seat 49. You probably were not paying attention to what seat number you were sitting in. I know it sounds stupid, but I was.
I remember I saw Terri and Shandi across the big gym and could just picture those girls plotting ways to make my day miserable, as they always did. I looked kind of sad with those darn pictures still on my mind. The moment of sadness didn’t last long because you and Mickey always make me laugh. For those moments I’m laughing, my life seems less crappy. Without my two sidekicks at school, I don’t think I would have made it this far. You’ve always been so strong for me.
The worthless pep rally started boring—like all the other ones. The circus of fools reveled in their popularity.
Adny started humming a familiar tune, causing Junior to join in on the humming of their song with her. The circus of fools is back in town. They’re back in town, back in town.
They danced to the annoying hamster-sounding pop song—actually they weren’t dancing, but slutting their little hearts out in those skimpy uniforms, without any ounce of rhythm. How can you claim to be a cheerleader, but not have rhythm?
Junior couldn’t help but laugh.
Jace was sitting directly in front of me. I can still smell the chocolate body spray from his skin, lingering in the air around me. It smelled so good on him.
Junior rolled his eyes, as she continued on. “You don’t need him in your life.”
Unlike most of the athletes at Valley High, his brain isn’t made up of mush. He is actually smart. Every girl just gawked at his presence like hungry piranhas waiting for a midnight snack. I just know I’ll never have a real chance with him.
When the cheerleaders finished the routine, they wanted to sit where I was sitting. The circus surrounded me. Madison, the ringleader, asked me rudely to move, which resulted in a confrontation.
She said, ‘You’re sitting in our seat … freaks aren’t allowed here. Didn’t you read the sign? Well, who is that sitting beside you? Your little freak friend and his boy toy I see.’
I hate when she calls Mickey your ‘boy toy.’ Who crowned her goddess of everything perfect?
“Maybe the voices in her head made her heir to the psycho throne.”
Mickey isn’t as emotionally strong as you. I love him to death, but he takes everything to heart. After you followed Mickey outside to comfort him from her reign of terror, that’s when magic happened.
Junior felt a cloud of guilt floating from above while envisioning that particular day. “I was too focused on trying to impress Mickey. I realize now that was a waste of my time.”
Terri, Shandi, and some other girls I didn’t know walked by giggling away. Sometimes I wish they would choke on those giggles. They play that same hurtful game every time they see me alone. All they do is yell offensive words of hate. As they walked out, they all yelled, ‘Slut,’ as if they were in a choir and were asked to sing in unison.
Last time I checked, nobody asked them to sing.
I stood, full of so much rage. My emotions escalated. Between dealing with Madison and every other mean person, I began to lose control of myself. I told Madison to make me move.
As soon as she mentioned Jace’s name, he stopped the video. He rubbed his head in a circular motion trying to subdue the headache beginning to form.
Junior and Jace were on the same cross-country team. They came from opposite ends of the high school spectrum and really didn’t get along too well.
We both always hated those stupid pep rallies the principal required everyone to go to. I never had much school sprit during those. I loved sitting there making fun of it with you and Mickey. Pep rallies are irrelevant because it’s a time where the school revels in the cheerleaders' and football players’ popularity.
Not a fun time for people like me.
“Me neither,” Junior thought.
Today was the best pep rally in the history of pep rallies because of Seat 49. You probably were not paying attention to what seat number you were sitting in. I know it sounds stupid, but I was.
I remember I saw Terri and Shandi across the big gym and could just picture those girls plotting ways to make my day miserable, as they always did. I looked kind of sad with those darn pictures still on my mind. The moment of sadness didn’t last long because you and Mickey always make me laugh. For those moments I’m laughing, my life seems less crappy. Without my two sidekicks at school, I don’t think I would have made it this far. You’ve always been so strong for me.
The worthless pep rally started boring—like all the other ones. The circus of fools reveled in their popularity.
Adny started humming a familiar tune, causing Junior to join in on the humming of their song with her. The circus of fools is back in town. They’re back in town, back in town.
They danced to the annoying hamster-sounding pop song—actually they weren’t dancing, but slutting their little hearts out in those skimpy uniforms, without any ounce of rhythm. How can you claim to be a cheerleader, but not have rhythm?
Junior couldn’t help but laugh.
Jace was sitting directly in front of me. I can still smell the chocolate body spray from his skin, lingering in the air around me. It smelled so good on him.
Junior rolled his eyes, as she continued on. “You don’t need him in your life.”
Unlike most of the athletes at Valley High, his brain isn’t made up of mush. He is actually smart. Every girl just gawked at his presence like hungry piranhas waiting for a midnight snack. I just know I’ll never have a real chance with him.
When the cheerleaders finished the routine, they wanted to sit where I was sitting. The circus surrounded me. Madison, the ringleader, asked me rudely to move, which resulted in a confrontation.
She said, ‘You’re sitting in our seat … freaks aren’t allowed here. Didn’t you read the sign? Well, who is that sitting beside you? Your little freak friend and his boy toy I see.’
I hate when she calls Mickey your ‘boy toy.’ Who crowned her goddess of everything perfect?
“Maybe the voices in her head made her heir to the psycho throne.”
Mickey isn’t as emotionally strong as you. I love him to death, but he takes everything to heart. After you followed Mickey outside to comfort him from her reign of terror, that’s when magic happened.
Junior felt a cloud of guilt floating from above while envisioning that particular day. “I was too focused on trying to impress Mickey. I realize now that was a waste of my time.”
Terri, Shandi, and some other girls I didn’t know walked by giggling away. Sometimes I wish they would choke on those giggles. They play that same hurtful game every time they see me alone. All they do is yell offensive words of hate. As they walked out, they all yelled, ‘Slut,’ as if they were in a choir and were asked to sing in unison.
Last time I checked, nobody asked them to sing.
I stood, full of so much rage. My emotions escalated. Between dealing with Madison and every other mean person, I began to lose control of myself. I told Madison to make me move.
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