"Oh look," she said," Little Van Gogh wannabe fell over. Boo Hoo!"
"Yeah Van Gogh. Watch where you are going when you are going to meet up with Da Vinci and Picasso," said Randy.
Stacy walked off-tears in her soft brown eyes. She went over to her friends and plonked her tray on the table. She took a large bite out of her Corn-dog.
"You know. I don't get these populars. What is with them? They think they are all...it!" said Stacy.
"I so agree," added Lita, "They act like they are teen royalty or something!"
"Are you okay?" questioned Christy. Stacy nodded reluctantly.
"I can't believe I used to be friends with Trish and Torrie. They used to be so nice and funny. Now they are all just stuck up cows," said Stacy.
Gym class came around quickly. Of course all the populars were in the same class. They walked out onto the soccer pitch. Randy, John and some other popular boys carried Trish. Trish just smiled a snaky smile. The soccer game began. The girls sat and watched whilst the cheerleaders cheered for The Stingers. Trish (was the head cheerleader) and Randy was the captain of the Soccer team. Obviously they were going out with each other. All the girls fancied Randy and all the boys fancied Trish.
Stacy would always gaze at Randy. It was funny, as she didn't really like Randy that much. However, she thought he was smart and funny. She didn't find him so nice when he was mean to her though. Trish and Torrie on the other hand were just horrible. They put Ink in Stacy's hair in English class. And pushed her in the pool in their swimming lesson. John had always been a nice guy but always tried to act popular. He wouldn't do mean things but he would always laugh at the mean things the other populars would do!
Stacy's friends were always taking the mick out of her for liking Randy. They would always make comments like-
'I cant believe you like him he is always so mean to you' and
'He is a snob who thinks he is so...it'.