Disclaimer: I don't own Hotaru, from Sailor Moon, and I'm pretty sure I don't own my life. The people I love do.

Why are people the way they are? Why can't they leave me alone? I can't remember doing anything to them. One person in particular goes out of her way to make me feel bad. It started out with just her, but she brought her friends into it. This is my life, told through the eyes of my favorite character.


"Hey, Hotaru! Don't you know the old-fashioned look is so out of style?" Erica S. yelled. Of course, she yelled it out in the middle of the hall, where everyone would look at her. I think that she just loves the attention. I have four friends, three of whom I consider sisters. They don't have many classes with me, so I have to fend for myself a lot. Some days I'm overlooked, but others I'm not so fortunate. It's easier to be ignored than to be noticed and taunted. Girls are harsh. They never forget grudges or mistakes.

The only way to be popular is to act like someone your not. Hotaru smirked a little and began to list. ~What are the ways to be popular...~she thought.

1. Wear too much sparkly makeup.

2. Insult everyone you want to, they're below you anyway.

3. Wear only skin-tight clothes, showing as much skin as the dress code will allow.

4. Hit on older guys. How could they resist your slutty looks?

5. Lie to your friends. When they say they look bad, instead of agreeing like you want, you tell them they look fine.