OUTCAST
You know those groups in your school, you probably do, but if you don’t here’s the groups in my grade. “The Preppy” you know those girls, the girls who love Stanleys and wear whatever the latest trend is in pink. The girls who remind you of the Glinda. Well, here’s the thing, they are gossip and they know how to ruin a school year. My grade has these 4 girls, Mary, Elizabeth, Anne and Charlotte. That’s group one. Group two is the “Emo” girls who wear black all the time, keep to them self, are usually quiet, and don’t cause a lot of trouble. Well, there’s 3 of them in my grade, Sam, Alison and Audrey. That’s group 2. Group 3 is the “Clean Girls ”. The girls who don’t overdo it, are smart, always have good hygiene and are neat. Well, that’s what most of them are, but there are some fakes girls who have the attitudes of the preppy’s. Our school has 3 of them, Lucy, Jenny and Isabella. Last but not least, the worst of all, the “Pick me.” These are the girls who make me want to rip my hair out, the ones that can’t let the attention be on anyone but them. I like to think of them as poison with perfect teeth, they are two faced and it’s their talent to cause drama; I have to deal with, Ava, Mia, Scarlet and the worst one Vanessa. Those are all the girls in my grade and then there are the boys, I can’t really put them into a section cause they’re all over the place. So, I’m sure you’re wondering who am I? Which group I’m in? Well, here’s the truth I’m a social outcast I really don’t have a group, and my names is all the evidence you need, I was born during the time of Scorpio, and my wonderful parents being crazy, named me Serqet after the scorpion goddess and the goddess of all venomous creatures. I tried to be part of a group and being honest I could fit into any, but yet I’m still alone. I am smart I have straight A’s; I am neat and do believe in good hygiene, I am usually quiet and don’t cause lots of problems, and I do pay attention to the latest trends. I go to Washington middle school, a middle school in the coldest part of the United States where it always rain. I came here with my best friend from Dandy Elementary school but were really not that close; I try to be close with her, to be her best friend but I’m not sure she wants that. She has all of her friends and has recently found her group, earned her acceptance in this school, unlike me. My best friend was Isabella now she only talks to me when were forced to do assignments together, I tried to meet up with her but it’s pointless she has an excuse every time. Today is Wednesday the best day of the week, its shorter, libraries open at lunch, and I don’t have to talk or interact with as many people. A ringing fills me ears, its morning. I get out of bed put on my regular clothes, black leggings, black hoodie. I try to think about what academic stuff we have today something to look forward to, but ELA is just reading, which would be fine, but we have to do it in groups, Science more partner work and same with math and World History. I walk up to my school, everyone talking and laughing and socializing. Guys walk up to me, laughing as they say my name, “Serqet how do you spell that?” or “Serqet oh wait my bad your Sir Qet” I try to ignore, it and just remind myself that in 6 years I can change my name and get out of this place, but until then I’m stuck dealing with the dumbest people on earth. Today was different than usual, it started when I got called to my councilors office.
“Serqet, happy you’re here.” Mrs. Kapil said, “Is there any reason you needed me?” I asked. I have been talking to her for the last few weeks about my troubles and being an outcast, she really hasn’t helped. “Why yes there is, you see I’ve been noticing how you really don’t have any groups, it’s not because you don’t fit, you just haven’t found it.” Confusion sweeps over me, what does she mean? “So, what do you propose?” I asked, that was a mistake, “This week for one day each you will be dressing, acting and doing what that groups do, you will start with Preppy, Clean, Emo and the Pick Me’s, on Friday you will come back and write me something about each of them.” My jaw dropped; she can’t be serious. “And if I don’t?” I said, there was no way I’m doing this. “You will have to be held back.”
So that’s how I became, Preppy, Clean, Emo and a Pick Me in one week.
