Becca's Point of View
I have always hated high school. Why someone would want to take as many self-centered teenagers and stick them in one tight cramped place, is beyond me. To make matters worse lets give some of the kids, or as they are called so often young adults, popularity. That way a hierarchy will form isolating certain people from ever moving up the social ladder. If you have money, have certain friends, and do certain things, you will rise to the top. If you refuse, you'll be with me. Somewhere near the bottom.
I mean I'm not complaining, now. I've come to tolerate the slushies to the face and the rumors that I'm easy. I've been tricked into thinking guys were into me only to find out it was a sick joke. I actually had guys like me before but my social status made it difficult for it to last longer than a week. I knew I wasn't the prettiest girl at school but I wasn't bottom of the barrel either. At first I couldn't understand why I was treated this way when I looked normal and stayed out of everybody's way. But finally after two years of questioning why I was always at the brunt of everyone's jokes, I finally accepted the inevitable. I wasn't meant to rise above. Even though high school is turning out to be less than desirable, I still have a few perks. My grades aren't that bad and I have a few friends that I know I can count on for anything. Though they are on the same social level as I am, it doesn't matter to us. We all love to sing, and have recently joined the glee club.
My outside life isn't perfect but considerable better. I have a part time job at the local dry cleaner where I get twenty five dollars a week of free dry cleaning to use towards my slushie stained clothes. Mom is the resident nurse at the hospital, that everyone knows and loves. That would probably by because seventy five percent of her day is spent at the hospital. It's not that big of a deal for me, but my six year old brother, Tyler, has a hard time understanding why mom can't serve him dinner or tuck him in at night. He even asks about dad every once in awhile, though he ran out on us almost a year ago. Mom knows that it hurt us pretty bad when he decided to leave so that's why she made us a promise to always be there for breakfast. So far she has yet to miss one. It's the one part of my day I both enjoy and loath. I get to spend time with my family, but it is mere hours before I must return to the hell that is McKinley High School.