The dance yesterday was all everyone could talk about.
The dresses, the music and how the duchess was late. How un-royal!
After that talk with Kenneth, I sent him a couple of texts telling him he could trust me but he didn't answer any of them.
I slammed my locker and caught a head of familiar brown hair enter the music room.
I followed him and closed the door behind me.
Henry raised one eye from his laptop and when he saw it was me continued right on with what he was doing.
"Hi, Henry!"
I realized that I'd been so occupied with getting Indi and Andi to forgive me that I'd completely forgotten about Henry. Some best friend I am.
"Please go away. I'm busy," he continued typing.
I set my bag in the corner and grabbed a stool. I went over to the corner he sat and planted my stool next to him.
He only spared m
I was so looking forward to the midterm break because mom had mentioned we'd be going to Florida. Florida was the ultimate vacation destination and I was looking forward to seeing all my old friends there. Not to mention my lovable and totally-insane-but-also-in-a-lovable-way older brother, Charles. "Remind me never to bake cookies for Miss Mausley ever again," Indi fumed as she left the class. "Calm down, Indi. You can't tell me you didn't know a single question on Wuthering Heights in there? We spent all night revising!" I folded my arms, a little exasperated. I spent this week reading and stuffing my head with facts ranging from physics to world history and now it was Friday, the last day of exams. I was supposed to be happy but I could feel my body heating up and my head felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool. And Indi was certainly not helping. "I did, but I'm just no
Two weeks ran out with me having the best fun with Hayley. I got to meet her sister, Dixie who's officially on my list of the most boring and uptight people in the universe. She decided that dusty pink - which I suggested for the tablecloths - was too childish and proceeded to dump the swatch in the trash can. She insisted she wouldn't sit at a table that looked like fairies threw up over it which led Hayley to pick her least favorite color - white. I got a couple of texts from Indi and a strange one from Andi asking me to tell her how many years a person spent in prison for murder. I quickly replied that she shouldn't do whatever she had in mind. I got one from Kenneth. He texted to say he thought I picked our presentation to get back at him. I smiled at that one. If someone were to ask me my most memorable year in high school, two weeks ago I'd have said my sophomore year when I ripped my swimming su
Sometimes, I like to just sit back and think about my last two years in high school. Know what I end up with?A terrible concoction of cringe-worthy moments combined with embarrassing and downright stupid memories I can’t seem to remove from my brain.Being me is hard enough, now when you add people that try to painfully extract every ounce of strength and courage I can summon then you’ve got a confused teenager that is hopeless in social situations and the school’s very own clown.That’s why I try not to think about it.Junior year was about to start and while I wasn’t particularly happy about it, I was glad to be finishing up with the torture that was high school.
“Taylor! Get up! It’s time for school.”My mom’s high pitched voice pierced through the fog of sleep. I ignored it thinking it was a dream. A few minutes later a huge pounding came upon my door, rattling me.“Taylor! You had better be up by the time I get back here.”When I heard her footsteps retreat out of the hall I slowly opened my eyes.My purple curtains covered my windows which saved my eyes from the stinging bright light.Leslie lay curled beside me unnerved by my mom’s ear-splitting yelling.Yawning, I removed the blanket from around me and sat up. My purple pajama shirt stuck to my bo
Looking up at that all-too-familiar sign, the ‘Welcome Back Cougars’ written on a yellow banner that had drawings of paws on it, strung between the huge cream pillars at the entrance, feelings of dread and apprehension rooted me to the steps.I was about to enter for either another year as the reigning class clown or another year to show them that making a complete and utter fool of myself wasn’t the only thing I was versed in.I decided against the former and went in. Luckily I wasn’t too late and the first period bell hadn’t been rung yet.I went to my locker and took out the books I would need.“Good morning fair lady. How has your day been?” A smooth voice laced with a pleasant British accent inquired.
I couldn’t just stand there and be the object of everyone’s humor, so I did the same thing any girl in my position would do.To be honest, I don’t think anyone’s ever been in my position before.With tears in my eyes I ran out of the cafeteria and into the safest place in this dumb school: the bathroom.I slid down one of the stalls and buried my head in my arms sobbing.The toilet was an icky place to sit on the floor crying - even more Wood High’s disgusting own - but I didn’t care.I sat there and sobbed painful, bitter, soul-wrenching tears.I just wanted this to be a good first day, is that too
Indiana, Andi and I were walking home.Thanks to Rea's fabulous acting skills and my 'fake' stomach ache, we got Mrs. Alderman to allow us go home before the people in the cafeteria came out and saw me."She went too far this time," muttered Indiana."She did, and Taylor retaliated." Rea gave me a high-five."I'm not still satisfied. Dumping garbage over her stuff is one thing, but I need to make sure she permanently stays off my back.""And how would you do that?" questioned Indiana as we stopped in front of Miss Brown's house.I shrugged. We all stayed quiet, every one of us thinking. After five minutes and nothing came up, I groaned."Come on Andrea, help me. You're supposed to be the scheming one."She threw her hands up."I've got nothing. Besides, you brought this up, you should have something."
I didn’t sleep a wink last night.I stayed up late and planned my moves.The world wants to know what makes populars popular and I’ll be the one to answer.My plan was to slowly and subtly infiltrate the world of the populars and learn first-hand what secrets they have and ultimately, how people like me in LittleWood can use it to their advantage.I hurriedly put on a brown sweater — there’s no way in all of the entire freaking solar system and beyond am I wearing white to that prison ever again — a pair of black jeans and brown ugg boots.I grabbed an apple, kissed my mom on the cheek, and dashed for school.I wanted an early start before the halls got crowded.I sat on the floor in front of my locker — good one Taylor. You are officially insane — and typed up day one of my project. I’ve never done this type