A/N: This is my first story so be gentle. Sorry for grammar and spelling or punctuation mistakes. Also, just to warn you, I like to type a lot of words so, be prepared to read like you've never read before.
PS: I don't own anything.
My vision blurred and I wiped my face furiously as I slowly tried to comprehend what just happened.
Oh wait, where are my manners? You are probably totally lost right now. Let me introduce myself, my name is Allyson Dawson, but people call me Ally. Well, NICE people, that is... most other people call me things like: Dorkson, nerd, loser, and stuff like that. Perfect life, right? Definitely not. That's what people have decided to name me ever since the beginning of Junior year when they started it. And by 'they' I mean the populars. The 'popular' group includes the jocks, sluts, label whores, cheerleaders, and you know , the average highschool 'popular' group members. The group included six MAIN members, Cassidy, Kira, Brooke, Dez, Trent, and their 'leader' Austin Moon. The rest were just followers, they only followed so they wouldn't get picked on.
Right now, was the beginning of lunch and I'm currently face-down in mashed potatoes and carrots while being laughed at by the whole school. I quickly got up and made a run for the girls bathroom, I may or may not have fallen a couple of times on my way there, causing more laughter to erupt from the cafeteria.
After I got changed with my spare gym clothes, I tried to sneak to my locker to get my books. As I turned the corner, I saw the populars there. Right. At. My. Locker.