This was orignally going to be a one shot about Sharpay, but then I got the idea about balance and countering things against each other. I just thought it would be really cool to do this.
and thanks to Lizzie (munchkin.pants) for betaing this fic... we have the same name!(ish)
peace!
DP
Essays on Hate
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You see them ahead, laughing, joking smiling. It makes you sick. Scowling; you quickly walk past them lifting your chin up in an attempt to look proud, unwavering. They laugh almost simultaneously as if everything is a joke and it makes you want to scream, but that would just be another reason for them to call you a drama queen.
Your brother, thrown off by your quickened pace, struggles to keep up, they laugh at him too. But they're allowed to laugh, to smile, to be as outgoing as possible. Any one of them could get any girl they want, probably including you. But they don't want you, to them you're cold hearted - a bitch.
They are rarely referred to by name, most often they are called, 'The basketball team,' sometimes even 'Troy's team.' You hate them because they think the world is a joke. You hate them because they can do anything and be praised for it. You hate them for always being together; if a person were to try and take one down, it would be impossible to separate him from the rest. But most of all you hate him.
He's not the loudest, not the leader, and probably not the brightest, but he's always with them laughing, grinning, merging flawlessly with the group, even though you can tell he's a bit different. Even though he seems occasionally clueless, sometimes shy, he can merge into the crowd, unnoticed, unobserved.
Now you're just being silly. You've never acknowledged him, let alone had a conversation. Yet here you are speaking as though you're a bitter ex. He's the only one that makes eye contact with you, the rest are too scared. He could easily be someone else, something different; after all, the team already has a baker and a singer. But he's comfortable where he is, and that makes you hate him more.
Although you have to admit to yourself, you are just a little bit jealous. You love the lime light - always have - but what if; what if no one knew your name, knew your story, knew you brother. You could do anything. Go out for a sport, unlikely, but the thought is nice. The thought is nice.
The shrillness of the bell snaps you back into reality, adjusting your skirt and twirling your hair, you flounce into the room the best way you know how. Stopping you flirt with the basketball captain, after all that is who you're supposed to like. They wouldn't let you settle for anything other than the best, that say that is left for your brother
Sitting down, you can't help but glance at the boy in the back of the room. He's just allowed to sit there and take it all in. You though, you must act every second, someone may be watching, and if they see you falter, just one misstep and it's all over. No one really likes you, they fear you. And the moment you show you're human, then you've lost it.
He cracks a stupid joke, and they all laugh. If you made the same sarcastic remark people would take you seriously, call you a teacher's pet, a suck up, a leech, anything else that would make you feel insignificant.
And all you want is to laugh along.
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So I know it's short but I think it works, tell me what you thought.
