AU. The class of 2005 has just graduated high school, and are about to embark on a whole new life, college life…AN: Originality? Psh like that ever existed!
Prologue
"I give you the class of 2005!"
In a flurry caps were airborne, someone had even gone as far as throwing their gown.
I was thrilled, my high school days were over! No more having to go through each day seeing the people I hate, which was practically the whole school, save a few childhood friends as well as a small number of others who weren't on my blacklist.
Don't get me wrong I am not one of those people who has a bad out look on life or hates life, in fact I will probably be one of the most positive people you can ever meet, besides my best friend since kindergarten, Misao Makimachi; but I'll tell you more about her another time.
Alright so back to the main topic, high school. Its just full of people trying to be something they're not, they try so hard to fit in that they don't even know if they actually are, to put it simply everybody's fake.
All striving for the one thing that could make their high school years unforgettable, popularity. Yes that's right popularity, and to achieve said popularity you must either be known for throwing the wildest coolest kick ass parties that will have them talking for weeks, be able to receive or throw a ball. Yup you have to be a jock. Oh and how can we forget, it's all just one big damn fashion show, either your sporting the latest trends or setting them.
But wait what about the top dog? The head honcho? The king or queen of popularity? Well its quite simple actually to be the person who all want to please you must either be all of the above, or be pretty damn rich.
So how long is the reign for Mr. or Ms. Popularity? About a week before they are considered yesterday's news, some are even lucky enough to hold the "title" for two weeks. Hardly any have gone through high school being popular all four years, unless you are that one person that everybody wants to be, the perfect package as some would call it.
Ok so maybe I over exaggerated about everybody being fake and hating practically everybody in the school, but the people who I hate, or should I say dislike cause hate is such a strong word and I can't go as far as saying I hate them; seeing as my best friend can probably pass as one of them, are the preps. (AN: 8O big shocker there! sarcasm sarcasm) …well I have also gained exceptance into their little group, due to the fact that my friend is the reigning queen bee. but when it comes to music and plain personality we are complete opposites. I like rock, they like rap, I care more about what's on the inside and who you are as a person, they care more about how much money you have in your pocket and looks.
And if your not to busy being fake, then you are the people getting ignored; the rejects. So if you are not a prep then you are automatically a reject, which consist of: the rebels, rockers, punks, skaters, nerds, dorks, geeks, or you're a norm; the few the proud... the small number of people not on my blacklist.
So who am I you may ask?
Kaoru Kamiya, Class Valedictorian of 2005... Ms. Popularity
AN: ok...well this will be story number 2 for me. i know i havent updated the other one in a long while, but i'm having some trouble writing the next chapter. anyways i know there is probably, wait no scratch that I KNOW there are a lot of grammar mistakes and blah blah blah, but hey i am not even close to being perfect. BUT i do feel like a complete moron cause midnight song (FYI she writes great stories) was nice enough to edit this for me, but i'm a dumbass and i lost it (hides in corner) so i'm very very sorry!