AMERICA POV:

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Great. Another school year of being on the bottom of the social ladder. Another year of getting the crap bullied out of me.

Hi, my name is America Singer. I live with my sister May, and three other brothers, Kota, Gerad, and James.

You see, in our school, we have this unintentional social ladder called the are the Ones, Twos, Threes, and it goes on until the eights.

The top of the social ladder are the ones. The rich, pretty, and cocky people. Their faces are caked with arrogance (and in the girls case, make up) they are all jocks or cheerleaders who don't give a crap about anyone who is lower than the caste of two.

Then there are the twos, a little less rich, but still on the top of the social ladder. It goes all the way to the eights. The eights are people who get ignored and bullied. I'm with the eights.

You see, the only reason why I am in the eights is because I am poor. My parents are struggling artists with a big family to feed.

I got off the bed and looked at myself in the mirror.

My hair was fire-truck red, waves running down my back, and my too-pale skin radiated with a ghost like aura. Well, that's what happens when go to high school and in the bottom of the social ladder- it sucks the life outta you. My dull grayish blue eyes stared back lazily at me. Under my eyes were the dark circles from all the stress from school.

I sighed. I look like crap compared to the Ones. Girls that were ones all looked like models, but were slutty. They wore clothes that could fit a 5-year old and their "junk" were usually hanging out of their so-called shirts (more like a strip of fabric).

"Hurry up America! You're going to be late for school!" My mother yelled.

"Kay mom. Be down in a sec."

I rushed to get dressed in my normal t-shirt and faded jeans. I put on a little mascara and eyeliner and ran downstairs.

I whipped up and ate a quick breakfast and ran out the house, spouting a quick byeee to my family before I rushed to catch my bus to school.

*Time skip to when she arrives at school*

I arrive at school and I immediately catch up with my friend, Marlee Tames. She was a seven and is one step above me in the social ladder. She used to be a seven, but got promoted because she started dating a three named Carter Woodwork. Marlee comes from a relatively rich family (her parents recently got a job offer as the boss of Forever Illea, a clothing store with the newest trends) and she loves to shop. (For all of you TMI fans, just think of a blonde Izzy) Marlee is blonde with sun kissed skin and has a very perky attitude.

"OMG AMERICA! I missed you so much! What did you do over the summer? Oh my gosh your hair got so much longer and prettier!" Marlee yells at me.

"Marlee! One statement at a time girl!" I laughed

"Sorry, over the summer I was deprived of Americas and I am just so excited to see you! wanna go on a shopping trip on Saturday!"

"Sure Marlee! Let's compare schedules!"

1st Period- History with Ms. Nicoletta Gray

2nd Period- Gym with Mr. August Cebrick

3rd Period- AP Math with Ms. Sylvia Elbury

Lunch

4th Period- Language Arts with Ms. Olivia Walters

5th Period- AP Chemistry with Ms. Zoe Drew

6th Period- Music with Ms. Natalie Somers

7th Period- Art with Ms. Anna Farmer

"We got Gym, Lunch, and Music together!"

"Great! So I'll see you at gym!"

"See ya America! Hugs and Kissies!"

I laughed and walked down the corridor. There and then, my attitude took a 180. They spotted me.

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