There's no such thing as "fitting in" apparently.
I was observing I guess you could say, the students at the school. The kids who were "popular" were very obvious; they had huge crowds around them, and were pagganap very obnoxious. Apparently this rank was ibingiay to you at birth or something. Kids who were "losers" were not allowed to socialize with these kids at all.
I pity the losers.
Not that I wasn't one either, because it's obvious that I was. Not even the other losers would talk to me... Not that I wanted them to. I was better off just being sa pamamagitan ng myself. So I avoided Jezreel and Emery as much as I could. I appreciated their effort; I just didn't want to get close to anyone here. I had too much on my mind to have friends.
There were some kids that caught my eye though.
I noticed them far off to the side, far off where even the nerds weren't hanging out. A small group of them hung out in the corner, seeming oblivious to others around them. While everyone else seemed chaotic and vibrant, they seemed calm and collected. Actually mature.
"Hey Shelby," a voice snapped my attention. I looked up to see Emery, beaming down on me with his goofy grin. I ducked my head.
"Hi," I mumbled.
"What's up?"
"...Nothing," I said, rolling my eyes behind my eyelids. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? He'd been attempting to talk to me for almost a week now, with no success. I didn't like him. He was too... happy. My eyes flickered over to the other kids, my curiosity spiking up now and then.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" Emery asked, turning around. I saw this as my chance to know what the deal was with those kids.
"Who're they?" I asked; it was almost a whisper.
"Them?" Emery asked, almost disbelieving. "Those are the druggies," he sinabi slowly, as if I was missing a big piece of the puzzle. "Why?"
"I dunno," I shrugged. "They seem nice."
"Yeah, maybe because they're high," he replied coldly. He glared at me, staring me down with his big brown eyes. "Stay away from them Shelby. Those kids are bad news. You don't want to get involved with drugs and crap like that." I bit my tongue. Who was he to tell me what to do? The kampanilya rang, and Emery left, with a warning glance. I rolled my eyes. Why was he pagganap like he was Blair or something?
That araw at lunch, Emery and Jezreel didn't get their daily chance to invite me to their lunch mesa (which failed also daily). Instead of sitting in my usual spot in the far back corner of the cafeteria, I went to eat outside, where the "druggies" were.
I admit that when I saw them there, I was actually kind of intimidated. Ok, really intimidated. I took a deep breath, and walked over to them. They gave me weird looks. One of them chuckled.
"It's the retard," one of the guys chuckled. "Aren't you supposed to be in high school or something?" I ignored the comment.
"I need something," I said, my voice shaking a little. The guy stopped laughing. They all looked at each other; their eyes suspicious.
"Like what," one girl said. My puso beat picked up.
"Anything," I sinabi quickly. "Just give me something to forget." The girl smiled.
I was observing I guess you could say, the students at the school. The kids who were "popular" were very obvious; they had huge crowds around them, and were pagganap very obnoxious. Apparently this rank was ibingiay to you at birth or something. Kids who were "losers" were not allowed to socialize with these kids at all.
I pity the losers.
Not that I wasn't one either, because it's obvious that I was. Not even the other losers would talk to me... Not that I wanted them to. I was better off just being sa pamamagitan ng myself. So I avoided Jezreel and Emery as much as I could. I appreciated their effort; I just didn't want to get close to anyone here. I had too much on my mind to have friends.
There were some kids that caught my eye though.
I noticed them far off to the side, far off where even the nerds weren't hanging out. A small group of them hung out in the corner, seeming oblivious to others around them. While everyone else seemed chaotic and vibrant, they seemed calm and collected. Actually mature.
"Hey Shelby," a voice snapped my attention. I looked up to see Emery, beaming down on me with his goofy grin. I ducked my head.
"Hi," I mumbled.
"What's up?"
"...Nothing," I said, rolling my eyes behind my eyelids. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? He'd been attempting to talk to me for almost a week now, with no success. I didn't like him. He was too... happy. My eyes flickered over to the other kids, my curiosity spiking up now and then.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" Emery asked, turning around. I saw this as my chance to know what the deal was with those kids.
"Who're they?" I asked; it was almost a whisper.
"Them?" Emery asked, almost disbelieving. "Those are the druggies," he sinabi slowly, as if I was missing a big piece of the puzzle. "Why?"
"I dunno," I shrugged. "They seem nice."
"Yeah, maybe because they're high," he replied coldly. He glared at me, staring me down with his big brown eyes. "Stay away from them Shelby. Those kids are bad news. You don't want to get involved with drugs and crap like that." I bit my tongue. Who was he to tell me what to do? The kampanilya rang, and Emery left, with a warning glance. I rolled my eyes. Why was he pagganap like he was Blair or something?
That araw at lunch, Emery and Jezreel didn't get their daily chance to invite me to their lunch mesa (which failed also daily). Instead of sitting in my usual spot in the far back corner of the cafeteria, I went to eat outside, where the "druggies" were.
I admit that when I saw them there, I was actually kind of intimidated. Ok, really intimidated. I took a deep breath, and walked over to them. They gave me weird looks. One of them chuckled.
"It's the retard," one of the guys chuckled. "Aren't you supposed to be in high school or something?" I ignored the comment.
"I need something," I said, my voice shaking a little. The guy stopped laughing. They all looked at each other; their eyes suspicious.
"Like what," one girl said. My puso beat picked up.
"Anything," I sinabi quickly. "Just give me something to forget." The girl smiled.
With this new story, I wanna write a horror story.
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six taon old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter pagganap strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the mesa for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled sa pamamagitan ng something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six taon old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter pagganap strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the mesa for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled sa pamamagitan ng something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
Me and Brittany got scared when the police tanong us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the serbesa since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot madami nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
The boys got is trouble because of the serbesa since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot madami nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
you don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these Nawawala fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and you don’t care anymore,
but you do,
you still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the araw of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing you
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.