"...And your job is to choose your own project, it could be a movie, music video, even a documentary. I t must be fully edited and due by the end of the month,"

Mr. Villenueve leaned in front of my desk, "End of the month Miss Gellar,".

I heard some giggling from behind me...Stupid cheerleaders out to get me.

Whatever...I have twenty-seven days to make a kick-ass video...so I don't fail Technology.

Oh boy.

Mr. Villenueve placed a digital camcorder on my desk, giving me a stern look.

He is so out to fail me.

The bell rang.

I grabbed the camera and my books and bolted outta there as fast as I could.

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Okay...breathe Caitlyn, you can do this.

It's time for me to face the catwalk...er...walking down the cafeteria to my lunch table.

A task us mere losers must complete everyday.

I gripped my lunch tray and looked out into the crowded room.

Here goes nothing.

I dodge a jock's chair as he tried to run into me.

I can so do this.

Float by the cheerleaders table, ignore the stares and their stop of conversation.

Awesome.

Pass the Stoner's table...don't inhale.

Exhale.

Make it past the Over-Sexed Loser's (there's a difference between them and us regular Losers) table, ignoring their cat calls.

Give them the finger.

Relief washed over me as I set my tray down at by table next to Mitchie.

"You made it alive!" Mitchie exclaimed jokingly.

"Just barely," I said as I cracked open my Sprite.

"Yeah, looked like the O.S.L's were gonna pounce on you," Jason said.

"Yeah, like Nate would ever let that happen," Shane, Mitchie's boyfriend, said.

Nate's my boyfriend. Shane and Jason are his brother. They have a band with the working name Connect 3, they're really great but far from the Future Rockstar table.

Mitchie is my best friend, she's got a killer voice. But refuses to join the Solo Diva table.

And I'm into producing music, I help Mitchie's with hers. But I think I'll stay away from the Computer Tech table.

I guess we're all into music. Musical Losers, I guess. But musical, as in we like music and it's our passions. Not as in Broadway...their table is four down on the left.

"Cait, what's up with the camera?" Nate asked.

I pulled it out of my bag and placed it on the table.

"Oh, it's for my stupid Technology class, we have to make a movie of something. But I don't know on what to do it on,"

"That's kinda cool," Jason said.

"Sorta, I guess. It would be kinda cool to do a documentary," I said.

"You could do it on Connect 3...like a rock-umentary," Shane suggested.

"As great as that sounds, I'll pass," I said.

"You could do it on birds," Jason said.

Yeah, he's weird like that.

"That's a good idea Jase, I just don't wanna have to be outside looking for the birds that flew south for the winter...Anyone got any other ideas?"

Mitchie and Nate simply shrugged.

Well this is a great way to start my project. Not.

I looked around the cafeteria.

Aha!

I grabbed my camera, turned it and recorded the crowded lunch room.

"I know that face! It's the 'brilliant idea' face!" Nate exclaimed.

"You got an idea?" Mitchie asked.

"Absolutely!" I replied with a smirk on my face.

"Well are you going to bother with details, Gellar," Shane remaked.

"Well are you going to bother with details, Gellar," I mocked, with my best 'Shane' impression.

Which happens to be very good if I do say so myself, which I do say so myself.

"What if I do my video on how high school cliques work," I said.

"Like the videos the counselors show every year?" Nate asked.

"No, how high school cliques ACTUALLY work," I explained, "How it's a messed up version of 'Survivor'"

"Well that's stupid," Shane said as he poked his chicken...or atleast that is what it was supposed to be.

"Shane," Mitchie scolded, "I think that's a great idea Cait,"

"Yeah, we'll help you," Jason said, "After all, we've all seen your grades in Technology,"

"Thanks Jason," I said sarcastically, "Hey, where's that quiet chick that always sits here?"

"You mean the one that never says anything?" Nate asked.

"Yeah Nate, that's what quiet means" I answered.

"I guess she got voted off campus," Mitchie said.

"Oh she was a weak one," Shane remarked.

See, this is how I picture it. High School is like some sick survival game. You're voted off when you pretty much gotta transfer school. The way to survive is to find your 'tribe'...hopefully make some alliances and face the daily challenges. Only the strong survive.

"Poor Kelly," Jason said.

"I think her name was Katie," Shane said.

"It was Sarah," Mitchie said, "...I think,".

Well there was the first chapter. I hope you liked it. REVIEW IF YOU WANT IT TO CONTINUE!