"As you have probably already heard, THS has a very diverse range of subjects, and our facilities cater to all more than adequately…"

I nodded every now and then towards the perky girl who was leading me around the school. Her name was Madison I think. Head cheerleader and all that. A complete fucking bore. And here I was, playing nice to her when all I really wanted to do was to stab her in the eyes… or stab myself in the eyes…anything to get me out of my current situation.

"Oh and you HAVE to try out for our cheer squad!" I faked happy as Madison squealed at her apparently brilliant idea. "I mean don’t think that because I’m head cheerleader, you’ll just automatically be on the squad… we don’t give out pass-outs or anything like that. But if you’re good, it’ll be a scream!"

"Sounds like it." I replied sarcastically. Of course she didn’t catch on.

At lunch, Madison strolled into the school’s cafeteria and I slumped in behind her. I saw her walk straight up to what must have been the popular kid’s table. And having sized up the kids there pretty quickly, I knew I couldn’t live with this much longer.

"Yo, Ashley!" I cringed as Madison’s voice pierced through my skull. She was waving my over to the table. I joined them shortly after, sitting at the edge of the bench, and managed to zone out of their superficial conversation quiet successfully.

"So Ashley, you moved here from LA?" One of the jock-heads on the table, Glen asked. I nodded and then turned my attention back to the food I was playing with in front of me. "Man I’d love to move to LA."

"Why dude?" Another jock, Aiden laughed. "It’s just full of fags and dykes. Ha, then again, you might fit in well!"

"Pfft whatever you dick." Glen threw a sissy punch at Aiden and the two scuffled for a bit. I refrained from rolling my eyes. They were just so hardcore.

"Maybe you should suggest it to Spencer Aiden?" Madison said as she gave Glen a kiss on the cheek. "She’s the only queer at the Carlin’s. And you’d know, seeing as you turned her that way."