My name is Rebecca (Becca) not exactly the 'popular girl'. More like the opposite! I'm that girl who isn't picked on by the popular girl, but not part of that group. But that's too far through. Let's start from the beginning:

"Well, well, well," said Brooklyn, the popular blonde. "If it isn't Miss Becca White."

"That's me" I weakly answer.

"No," she said. "It's the trash can next to you." Nicki and Mackenzie, her clones, snickered. "But, hey, what's the difference?"

I gulped.

"So," she said. "what do you think you are doing?"

"Uhhhh….going to math class?"

"Is that a question?"

"No?"

"Well if you won't answer, listen to this: my daddy, a lawyer is coming to this school on the highway to pick me up for his marriage, in which I'm head bridesmaid, and he can start a case against you, and WIN!"

"Oh," said a very familiar voice behind me. "The highway. Must've been where you were born."

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, it is where most accidents happen. " My best friend Emma said.

Brooklyn snapped her fingers.

"Come on girls. "She pivoted on her heel, and sashayed on her black Hollister boots.

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much Em!"

"No problem. Now come on to my locker. You're going to need some Band-Aids"

I looked down at my bruised arms, covered in blood from Brook's long fake nails.

"Yeah."

And so we walked down the hall to her locker which is right beside mine. The clique doesn't get that fairly pretty, with green eyes and long blonde hair. my eyebrows are thin, my lips pouting and nose small and skin is ivory, and I prefer not getting orange skin with fake tans. Em has blue eyes and fiery red hair, a nose almost like mine, and naturally tan skin. Her lips are medium, usually coated with a brush of gloss. Her boyfriend nick is always finding a way to get to them. My boyfriend, Darryl, is the same got a detention because we were making out in class. But I don't blame him. I love him. Love is a strong word. That's the reason I used it. But these days, he's been spending more time with Liza than me. Which gets me thinking…?