Walking through the hall--always such a fun time. No, really. To have everyone looking at my face and my clothes. It makes me really happy. NOT. In reality, it makes me absolutrely self-conscious of myself. I always have to have the right clothes and my hair absolutely cannot be messed up. I am a boy, yes, but that doesn't mean that I don't want to fit in. 1
I'm always forced to watch the popular people walk so confidently past me, because they don't care what they look like. This is only because if they wear something, then so does everybody else, even if it's the ugliest thing that anyone has ever seen. They tend to make it work. It makes me sick. 2
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And I have good reason, too.56
You see, in elementary school, I was on of THEM. Everyone looked at me like a hero and I was cool. It was a good time, and I didn't even notice it until it was gone. As soon as I hit middle school, I slowly spiraled downhill. In sixth grade I was pretty high up in the food chain as well. I even dated a really cute popular girl. I am even the one that ended the relationship. I was in CONTROL.78
Then seventh grade hit, and suddenly the people that used to accept me suddenly ignored me and sent me into the dust beneath their feet, shunning me and deciding that I wasn't popular material. All of the sudden I was cast away, ignored. I was forced to make friends with the lower classman, but I managed to stay at least in middle class. I wasn't thrown all the way down the social ladder. No. I'm stronger than that. I was able to cling on to a rung in the middle, and that is where I have stayed.910
I find myself wishing--day in and day out--that I had stayed up there on top of that ladder, like all of my old friends did. But I know that I probably never will get back up there, and I have learned to accept that fact. Sometimes I think that I am slowly climbing back up, rung by feeble rung, but I probably won't ever be high again.1112
That's life.1314
Oh, you may think that I'm done, but think again. It's just, why do these people have to be such snobs? It's uncalled for. Since that time that I fell quickly off of that ladder, I've been thinking. Why should I even care about all of this? Life has so much to offer for me that I would be stupid not to embrace it and use the skills that I was given. I'm smart and funny, and I'm popular among the unpopulars, and that's enough for me; they are my REAL friends, so they are all that matter.15
Here's the message, folks: ignore all of the social classes and pyramids and enjoy what you have, while you can. Life is over much to quickly for you to give it up while being depressed about POPULARITY. 16
Just a little extra blurb: This rule of ignoring popular people has one exception: If they give you crap, GIVE IT BACK. Don't sit back and take it, FIGHT! 17
Good luck out there.
Author notes
this is a random story
A contest entry
- ages 12-15 only ♥real or fantasty? by miles of smiles.
900 points, ended February 20, 2008, 10 entries
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Interesting and well written...
Curious...good job, you had an idea for a story line and carried it through but I am left with a question or two or twelve...
Why did it change in seventh grade? What happened in our protagonists life to make it happen?
I read no hint of an awareness of ability or dedication to learning that might have separated him from the rest and relegating him to the lower rung.
Ws it his choice or theirs? Did it gradually dawn that things other than popularity might have importance?
Did the popular girls lose interest?
Evidence of a good story is that it elicits questions...'nuff said?
well done!
Amicus...
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hey in ten years all those people will be 100 pounds over weight and have eight kids lol you're the lucky one.
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Interesting re-write
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incoclusive
Apparently the protagonist has learned nothing of value from their downhill slide from cool to nerd. Ending could have been considerably improved ny the adding of a climax, a revelation about the studpidity of social approval; or some infor on the emptines of the lives of those who stayed 'cool'.beginning: 3, language: 2, plot: 2, ending: 1, dialog: 1, characters: 2.
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This is exactly what I was looking for. Something real. Real life isn't like Cinderella. People don't always get what they want. Success is getting what you want, but happiness is wanting what you get.
This is sort of sad and I know where you're coming from. People say that it's what's inside that counts and not to worry about what other people think of you, but they obviously haven't been in a middle school in a while, have they? Or a high school or whatever.
Life isn't a fairy tale. Some people wish it was but I don't. Life just isn't what happens to you, but it has a lot to do with how you react to what's thrown at you. Popularity and clothes and having cool boyfriends and girlfriends won't help you chase your dreams.
I like this. A lot. Thanks for entering.
and 
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Good luck.
♥sarah
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When you say "I was on of them" I think you mean "one". And in this sentence: Then seventh grade hit, and suddenly the people that used to accept me suddenly ignored me and sent me into the dust beneath their feet, shunning me and deciding that I wasn't popular material.
You repeat suddenly in the same sentence, and it the same part of the sentence as well.
But this is good. I kind of pity you... You shouldn't have to worry about being cool or fitting in, because everybody should fit in. Everybody should be accepted. Of course, we both know life doesn't always work that way, but I pity all you people who have to worry about that, or are urged to, I should say. It's not that you have to - I don't. I don't worry about it. Besides, most times the best friends aren't always the most popular, but they're friends. That's worth more than popularity and being cool in my sight. And who cares what they say? They're the ones parading around pretending to be the perfect people they WISH they were. Us kids who can actually admit that we're not perfect, that we have flaws and mistakes, we're the lucky ones. So don't sweat it.
Hope, Love, and The Hay List,
Hannah Free
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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