I sat against a large tree enjoying- choking down my lunch. A large, very large figure blocked my view.

“You’re in my sun.”

“Ms. Davies, you’re sitting in the shade.”

“I realize that, but if there was a ray of sunlight, you would be blocking it.” The principle cocked an eyebrow. “I like the option of sunlight.” Shaking his head, Mr. Marson continued.

“I’m just here to inform you that once you are done eating, you can begin with your community service.”

“Gee, thanks Mr. Marson!”

“Ashley! You missed something.” Madison jeered as the little bitch droppedanother napkin onto the ground. Slamming the stake into it I glared at her.

“You might not want aggravate the girl with the sharp metal stick Madison!” That was it; I was done. I tossed the garbage bag into the dumpster and stomped over to my tree. I pulled my black ipod out of my leather black backpack. Hitting shuffle I slumped against the inconveniently rough bark of the oak… or maple, I don’t know. It’s a tree and its green.

I’m not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I’m having fun
I think I’m dumb
Or maybe just happy

Hey! That’s her! That’s the girl that stole my seat. I hope she trips. HA! She did. I glance around quickly and wipe off the juice that is now dripping down my chin… I feel kinda bad now. She looks all embarrassed- Never mind I take that back. She’s talking to Madison now. Ew, they’re being all friendly. See, you can always tell if you’re scum or just average/above if the “cool” (slutty) kids try and recruit you. And they blame gays for that. You don’t see my throwing myself at her do ya? Anyways, that’s why there are so many of them. Before said new kid can even inhale, he or she will be attacked by the popular kids… sluts and man sluts. I decided to give her a once over, you know, to see if she would last (which they almost always do sadly). Well, lets see… Cute jeans, most likely form Abercrombie, check. A form-fitting tee… drools…. … Uh, clears throat. Although it is nice and tight, very nice might I add, it doesn’t have the trade mark Fitch of Areo, just a blue polo. That would have to go in the undecided category. Shoes… I squint trying to see better. They look preppy. And then I look at her face…