It was Monday. It was raining. It was school.

 Tina Kennard and her group of "friends" were gathered around Mrs. Espinosas enlarged periodic table poster at the back of the science lab, not going by the seating chart. She was seated atop Henry Young’s lap, her boyfriend for two years now, texting away on her Blackberry. They were Hazen High School’s most famous couple: the head cheerleader with the football captain. She knew everyone hated her for catching the most drooled over boy in the school district. Secretly, she basked in the hatred and jealousy.

How could it be that hidden in such a beautiful girl were the most darkest, selfish feelings ever? She loved the misery of others, especially if she was able to gain off of them. So she always hung out with the teenagers that went through dilemmas a lot more worse than her own. It was her own ersion of "if you’re fat, stand next to someone fatter than you." She bad mouthed everyone, including her parents who happened to be the community’s most generous donors to every help organization there. Victoria and Chris Kennard were loved by society and were strong followers of the Catholic faith. But tina didn’t believe in religion like how she didn’t believe in education. Tina would have been raised to follow in her parents’ footsteps. She would have been an active contributer to the public. She would have been a straight-A student. She would have never been mixed into the world of drugs, drinks, and meaningless relationships. But no one had the guts (or the balls) to convince her that she was going downhill. Who else would have been the queen bitch everyone loved to hate?

"Stop being such a 67!" Hudson was being a jerk again.

 It was a game that kept this particular group of friends well-behaved in Sophomores Biology. They would try to create words out of the element symbols on the periodic table, referring to them by their atomic number. But being teenagers, their words were profanities and euphemisms.

Hudson was making fun of Kelly Wentworth’s reputation of sleeping with more guys than there were hours in the day. In "periodic code", he called her a ho. He laughed loudly, a horrible combination of the sounds of a donkey and the cries of a whale. (I’ll put the meanings in parentheses so you wouldn’t have to look up the periodic table)