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Tuesday. March 20, 1984. Shermer High School.

Other than finding a friend in Brian Johnson, my first day at Shermer high was rather uneventful. My second day was a tad more noteworthy though. You see, I had art class every other day. It served as an oasis in the stormy sea that was my life. From the time that I was a little kid, arts and crafts was all that I was every really good at. I loved the creativity and expression that I found in it; especially when it came to painting and sketching pictures. I remember that the best gift I ever got was when I was 9 and my art teacher at the time gave me a watercolor set.

"I know you're parents can't get you much, so I wanted to get you a surprise myself," she had told me. It was for many years, the best memory of my life. Anyway, I was in my 4th period art class when I saw a girl sitting about two tables across from me. She had a very beautiful face complimented with lush pouty lips, a small nose, a set of chocolate brown eyes that you could dive right into, a pale rosy complexion and a head of fiery auburn hair. I'm still not entirely sure what it was about her, but I was entranced. It was actually a really weird experience for me because while I had seen plenty of hot chicks before, none of them had really caught my eye like this one did. I got some colored pencils from the supply case and began to sketch. I couldn't help but draw when the inspiration hit me. I paid special attention to her facial features and her freckles. I drew her as if every detail was vital and had to be done exactly right. She never noticed me and when class let out, she left with some other girls before I could even get her name. Just my luck I suppose.

When lunchtime rolled around, I once again sat with Brian and a couple of his friends. They had met in the math club and Brian was what you call an MVP in their eyes. As Brian and the mathletes were discussing things that I hardly understood, I saw the cherry haired beauty once again. She was sitting at the popular table and appeared to be enthralled with whatever they were discussing. Finally, I decided to make an inquiry.

"Hey Brian, who's that's girl?" I inquired.

"Which one?" he asked in return.

"The one with the fiery red hair." I clarified.

"Oh, that's Claire Standish," one of the nerds answered. "She's in the top 3 most popular girls at Shermer High."

"I heard she's running for prom queen up against Ellen Wheeler and Marna Byers." Brian added.

"Well, she's very pretty," I observed as the others stared at me.

"Luke, you aren't on the same level as Claire Standish," one of the nerds told me. "She may as well be on the moon for how close you are to her."

"He has a point Luke," Brian added. "Populars only hang out and date other populars and I don't want to be a dillhole, but..."

"I'm not popular, I get it," I said as I went back to eating my sandwich. I wasn't stupid, I knew the score. Girls like Claire Standish didn't go paling around with guys like me. It just didn't happen. As I ate, I took out my drawing and put some finishing touches. I take pride in my art and I never want to do anything half-assed. As I was polishing said drawing, Brian couldn't help but lean over and look.

"What are you drawing Luke?" He asked.

"It's not a big deal," I replied, not wanting another lecture about how I had no chance with Claire.

"I want to see it," Brian pleaded. I finally relented and showed him my drawing of Claire Standish. His eyes widened as he darted his eyes back and forth between the real Claire and my drawing.

"So, what do your think?" I asked.

"This is really good," Brian said, looking amazed with my work. "You got everything about her just right. It's so lifelike, you really got her eyes and her freckles down pat.

"Thanks man, I just think that it really sucks that the popular kids get to look down on us for all of these bulllshit reasons, you know?" I replied as I couldn't help but feel a surge of melancholy wash over me.

"Yeah...I know," he agreed as he ate his lunch silently. Why did everyone have to have a label? Prep, jock, nerd, slut, dopehead. When we were young, we all played together on the playground and no one gave a shit. Now we're in high school and you can't even sit down and have a fucking conversation with someone above your station. Now, I'm not dumping on Brian. He was really the only friend that I had and he is a really nice guy. It just bugs me that stupid material things give the popular kids and the jocks a feeling of greatness, like they played the lottery of life and made out like a bunch of damn bandits. I just can't get around the idea that because I don't live in a nice neighborhood or a nice house, or drive a nice car or wear nice clothes, people like Claire Standish have the God given right to treat me like a second class citizen. I think it's a really shitty way to be.

LUKE HAS BEEN INTRODUCED TO THE BRAIN AND THE PRINCESS. WHETHER HE WILL MEET THE OTHERS BEFORE DETENTION, I DO NOT YET KNOW. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.