Megan quickly made her way to the lunchroom, not looking at anyone. Being a vegetarian, she never bought the traditional fattening school lunch. Instead, she packed healthy lunches consisting of celery and carrot sticks, a small salad, crackers, a piece of fruit, and a diet soda.
She walked slowly, yet casually trying to find a place she could sit. No one had a very positive attitude towards Megan, or as others had nicknamed her, "the freak of 2003". Unable to find a spot offhand, she walked up to a table where some cheerleaders sat. Unaware of who they were, she asked one of the girls at the table, "Can I sit with you guys?" One of the more prettier blonde girls at the table eyed her carefully.
"Like, who are you?" she asked pointedly.
"Megan." she said quietly.
"Well, Megan...no."
With the sound of girls giggling, she walked away sadly.
"Hey, look! It's that freak girl I saw this morning!"
Megan turned around to see Amber looking straight at her.
"She tried to take my boyfriend this morning...she was holding his hand and everything." she said to her friend Tiffany who was standing opposite of her.
"She thinks she's so special because she's the "new girl" at school. NOT!"
"He...I..." Megan stuttered.
"Save it for someone who cares. Face it, Megan. You're an ugly dumb blonde who knows nothing. Get used to it."
Tears came to Megan's eyes as Amber walked away. The cheerleaders at the table laughed. She ran out of the cafeteria and into the restroom sobbing.
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Yakko mindlessly flipped through channels in his room.
*Soap opera, mystery, not another rerun...* he thought.
He turned off the T.V. and layed back into his chair. He was missing his ex-girlfriend, but mainly out of desire and not love.
*I wish I hadn't cheated on her..* he thought to himself.
*Oh, well. Girls are easy to get.*
He picked up a magazine and flipped through it, drooling over pages of beautiful models. He wanted a dream girl--someone that would fulfill all of his desires and dreams.
He walked into the den where his siblings were. "I'm goin out. Be back in awhile."
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Megan wiped her tears and left the restroom with a red face, pink eyes and an empty stomach. Amber's comments still floated around in her head, as she walked to AP English class. She couldn't understand why anyone would want to treat her this way. She only wanted a friend--someone she could trust with anything--someone who would understand. As she walked to her class, she began to wonder if life was even worth living anymore.
Megan took a seat behind Brad, hoping he wouldn't see her. She had been placed into the special English class because of her high AP test scores and had been excited about the class, at least until what had happened today. He turned around to see her looking through her textbook with her still-swollen red eyes.
"Hey..you've been crying. What's wrong?" he asked, taking her hand. He looked deep into her eyes.
"Nothing.." she said quietly.
"I know there's something wrong. You can tell me. I won't tell anyone, I swear."
Tears came to Megan's eyes once again, as he wiped them gently.
"I don't think I will be happy here. No one likes me."
"I like you."
She let go of his hand.
"Amber doesn't want you to like me."
"Forget her, she's not even in this class."
"I can't be friends with you. She said I couldn't."
"Megan, I don't care what she said. Don't let her bother you. I want to get to know ya better... you're so nice, and pretty...and I need a female friend that I can relate to. You're perfect for that."
She looked away from him and back into her textbook. She knew that he might be setting her up, and she couldn't bare to hurt anymore today. He turned back around in his seat as their new teacher walked into the class.
She walked slowly, yet casually trying to find a place she could sit. No one had a very positive attitude towards Megan, or as others had nicknamed her, "the freak of 2003". Unable to find a spot offhand, she walked up to a table where some cheerleaders sat. Unaware of who they were, she asked one of the girls at the table, "Can I sit with you guys?" One of the more prettier blonde girls at the table eyed her carefully.
"Like, who are you?" she asked pointedly.
"Megan." she said quietly.
"Well, Megan...no."
With the sound of girls giggling, she walked away sadly.
"Hey, look! It's that freak girl I saw this morning!"
Megan turned around to see Amber looking straight at her.
"She tried to take my boyfriend this morning...she was holding his hand and everything." she said to her friend Tiffany who was standing opposite of her.
"She thinks she's so special because she's the "new girl" at school. NOT!"
"He...I..." Megan stuttered.
"Save it for someone who cares. Face it, Megan. You're an ugly dumb blonde who knows nothing. Get used to it."
Tears came to Megan's eyes as Amber walked away. The cheerleaders at the table laughed. She ran out of the cafeteria and into the restroom sobbing.
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Yakko mindlessly flipped through channels in his room.
*Soap opera, mystery, not another rerun...* he thought.
He turned off the T.V. and layed back into his chair. He was missing his ex-girlfriend, but mainly out of desire and not love.
*I wish I hadn't cheated on her..* he thought to himself.
*Oh, well. Girls are easy to get.*
He picked up a magazine and flipped through it, drooling over pages of beautiful models. He wanted a dream girl--someone that would fulfill all of his desires and dreams.
He walked into the den where his siblings were. "I'm goin out. Be back in awhile."
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Megan wiped her tears and left the restroom with a red face, pink eyes and an empty stomach. Amber's comments still floated around in her head, as she walked to AP English class. She couldn't understand why anyone would want to treat her this way. She only wanted a friend--someone she could trust with anything--someone who would understand. As she walked to her class, she began to wonder if life was even worth living anymore.
Megan took a seat behind Brad, hoping he wouldn't see her. She had been placed into the special English class because of her high AP test scores and had been excited about the class, at least until what had happened today. He turned around to see her looking through her textbook with her still-swollen red eyes.
"Hey..you've been crying. What's wrong?" he asked, taking her hand. He looked deep into her eyes.
"Nothing.." she said quietly.
"I know there's something wrong. You can tell me. I won't tell anyone, I swear."
Tears came to Megan's eyes once again, as he wiped them gently.
"I don't think I will be happy here. No one likes me."
"I like you."
She let go of his hand.
"Amber doesn't want you to like me."
"Forget her, she's not even in this class."
"I can't be friends with you. She said I couldn't."
"Megan, I don't care what she said. Don't let her bother you. I want to get to know ya better... you're so nice, and pretty...and I need a female friend that I can relate to. You're perfect for that."
She looked away from him and back into her textbook. She knew that he might be setting her up, and she couldn't bare to hurt anymore today. He turned back around in his seat as their new teacher walked into the class.