I go to Redwood High in Scarlington Oregon. My town is big enough where it's not a retirement town, but small enough where it won't be on most maps. You'd think if it was small town it wouldn't be a uppity rich socialite town right? That's what I thought ,but back in 8th grade when they taught us the geography of our town. Turns out when they were dividing up the state they made this town too big ,so from then on the town was cut in half and social classes were made. Now, about my school, Redwood High.
The freshmens, the worst kind of socialite you can find. Yes, the freshmens may be annoying with how they act, talk and knowledge ,but I can handle that. Like I said, everybody knows everyone and freshmen socialites are obsessed with being known by the important people; which means all the kids of the top ten most popular parents are prime targets for freshmen.
The sophmores, what are the right words to describe the sophmores? Well, put it this way, in the beginning its the transition stage. The transition stage is where they focus on their own classmates. I mean don't get mistaken sophmores are still obsessed with the important people... just not as much. It's that time where they mainly associate with the most connected kids in their grade.
The juniors, is where they realize they need to make their own connections to where they want their future to geared toward. It's the juniors that make it seem like school doesn't matter. In able to get connections you need to attend basically every single cotillion, ball, and gala to be noticed. If you're really desperate to make connections you'll plan your own ball.
Then, there's the seniors, where my classmates and I stand. Seniors' sole focus is basically getting the hell outta dodge. By the time you're a senior everything you were raised on doesn't matter anymore. When seniors are at galas ,or balls the real party doesn't start till after it's over when they all choose a house to crash and party till dawn. When senior year started, I quit going to balls, cotillions, and galas. I've always been a loner and everyone knew it. It only became obvious when I stopped going. The first time my parents thought I was sick and didn't pay any mind to it. Apparently, when you're a senior there's basically a party every night. I wish I knew that, but when I missed another my parents started to get worried. 2 months of hardly any galas were heaven on earth. Although, the heaven ended when I was forced to go to a therapist.
I would just like to say that everything in this story is fictional except for some of the main guy characters. The main girl character however is fake. Except her face claim is the lead singer from Against The Current, Chrissy Costanza.