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It’s not unusual to be ignored the first day of school, at least, not for me. I’m Reita Simmons, the geek of the century; joke of the week; gossip of the year. It has always been hard for me to make friends because once the people you are trying to befriend find out who you are and what the “Populars” think of you, you’re cast out like an old, worthless rag doll.  Oh, but I didn’t mind so much in Elementary School. I had my big brother, Chris, to keep me company. He was and still is a four year old trapped in a seventeen year old’s body.  Yes, I’d have to say that when Chris is around, no body has time to worry about anything but him; hoping he doesn’t glue his tongue to the roof of his mouth, again. He made being ignored in Elementary School a synch. High school. High school is another story all together. The “Populars” are more popular than ever, the jocks are worse than the chess club, the Goths want to set your books and back packs on fire, and the cafeteria lady doesn’t speak English!  Chris, being the smart cookie that he is, was sent to bordering school, away from the glue. So here I am. I’m a freshman in High school. The strange thing about my first day is that everyone knows my name; even the druggies that hide out in the bathroom know my name when I walk in.  You’d think I would feel some sort of over powering feeling of welcome and unity, like I wasn’t going to be ignored anymore. Well, let me tell you that I feel just the opposite.  People knowing my name is making my first day a nightmare, and if it continues to go like this, I might have to drop out and get my GED! The “Populars” walk by and whisper my name and sneer. The Jocks pretend to bump into each other when I walk by (because I’ve been known to be somewhat of a klutz). The Goths, with their creepy dark makeup and their dark melancholy clothes, look at me and ask me to join the dark side. What is with these people? If only Chris were here, I’d be able to busy myself with a glue-obsessed freak. But he’s not and it’s just me, all alone, in High school, and for the first time getting the most attention I have ever received in the history of my schooling experience! This school year is NOT starting out well!

         A sixteen-year-old dreams of having fun in high school. You know, all the stories everyone hears about great parties, running away from the cops, daring, having crushes, having boyfriends and girlfriends, making out, etc. I; however, am not interested in that sort of thing. I completely detest it. I would rather be at home studying, playing computer games, singing and playing the piano, reading a book, watching TV, or drawing (although I find myself to be artiscally challenged). With school being as stressful as it is though, I really haven’t had time to do any of those things and the worst part is that it hasn’t been a full week of school yet. Every day pans out like this:

1. “Hello dweeb! How’s it going? Make sure you don’t fall down the stairs

Klutzarita!” so says the Jock Ryan Fayne. He’s 6’3, brown hair, and green eyes, amazingly handsome in every way, everyone’s crush, and one of the meanest people I know.

2. “ Oh, Reita! Don’t feel bad if the Biology teacher wants to kill baby frogs in your class today. Don’t worry, just cover your eyes and scream like a loser!” then comes the hideous laughter from the cheerleaders; Tina Mixen, Laury Boxen, Hillary Pent, and Nitania Game. Trust me, from the Jock to the Cheerleaders, I’m just a passing football going through a touch down and palm palms shaking their stuff.

3. “ Hey! Don’t let the light touch your eyes!! It burns, it burns! Don’t let the light touch your eyes! Come with us and we’ll show you the way to eternal darkness!” I think these guys are self-explanatory. The weirdo Goths. You can’t help but feel sorry for them sometimes. Who wants to sit in a bathroom with the drugies all day smoking anyway? At least I know that the Jocks and Cheerleaders think less of them than they do of me.

4. “ Reita, you can’t play chess with us. I’m sorry. Actually I’m not.  Your not coolness makes it impossible for us to let you in. You may send bad luck to our streak of winning.” the chess club master says something such as this almost every day. Can you believe it’s not even the full first week of school and already I wish the year were over? I need to do something, and do something quick.