Teen girls: the reason for all parents’ agony. They suffer from PMS, bad attitudes, and perms. WRONG! Let me just reflect on the thought that when parents always say, “I was there, I know what you’re going through,” I scare myself silly thinking that someday I may be that pathetic excuse for a mentor that has as good a chance to understanding me as Bill Clinton has to being the most popular president ever. Okay…yes I’m a little cynical and sarcastic, but I’m in the middle of enduring my teen years. Humor me.
This is an insight to what most teens, in my opinion, think. We go through a couple phases of teen-hood. There’s an I’m-not-going-to-do-what-you-say-because-you-tell-me-to phase, you-don’t-know-what-I’m-feeling phase, and my favorite, the-world-can-bite-me phase. All of these phases aren’t represented in the light that they should be, so I thought that there should be a teen book out there written by a teen that isn’t one of the lame “coming of age” stories. From now on teens will get the real thing shown to the world.
High school! This was the place of drooling over guys I couldn’t have, looking at girls who I wish I were, and trying to get over my insecurities. I can tell you right now that half of the girls at my school are anorexic. How else could they all have chicken legs and no hips? Oh well, I’m getting off the subject.
Let me just start out by breaking down my school’s social ranking for you. I like to compare its make-up to a cake. So, let’s call it the “social cake.” (Imagine me making finger quotes in the air.)
First, at the very top are the popular snobs with their jock boyfriends/boy toys. These are the type of girls that say things like, “Do I look okay in this skirt,” “Does my hair look okay,” and “Does my butt look big?” The guys who only listen to their hormones just say, “I don’t care if you’re butt’s big! Let me smack it!” But there are good people in this group. There are a few nice guys who just can’t seem to finally tell those girls that they don’t care what type of perfume they use as long as they stop talking about it. And they give the girls what they want: a smile, nod, and a few “Yeah, sure,” kind of comments. And there is usually one girl, though I haven’t met one, who isn’t like the rest of the girls, and just goes with the flow because she’s scared to show that she has a brain.
The next group, the second tier, consists of popular people who just aren’t good enough to make it to the top. They are the kind of people that I, the less popular person, would become friends with. Only these friendships between second tier preps and lower class kids are the in-school-only types of friendships. You know what I’m talking about. These friendships are the, “Hey! What’s up?” “Isn’t this teacher way harsh?” and the “See you in class tomorrow,” friendships where you don’t actually ever see the person outside of school.
The next group is a group all on its own. These are the people of the third tier that are somewhat friends with the second tier, but pretty much don’t have anything to do with anyone, except for the people also located in their social standing. They don’t bother anyone so in turn no one bothers with them. This is where I belong.
The fourth tier is the potheads, and wastoids. They really don’t deserve a spot on my social “cake” at all, but they do exist. These are the kids that usually maul each other against walls in the hallways (although popular people do too), skip class to light up, or just plain sit on their butt and stare into space. They may be nice people, but they’re just too stoned all the time for anyone to know.
The last group is the group that is at every school, the geeks. This is a name that I really do hate to use, because some of these “geeks” are really nice. Although, when these people start going off about how Napoleon really never “existed” in a matter of speaking or how astro-physics is the make-up of the world, as we know it, I get really scared and want to run/hide. These are the people that are totally off and in another dimension, and who some think need to be put away with the “nice men in white jackets.”
Pretty much all these people coexist at my school. Amazingly, it seems to work somehow. My group of friends are very down to earth. We overall belong to the third tier on the social cake.
Now is the time to break my group of friends down for you so you can get the general idea of what kind of people I associate with.
Jack- The “ladies man” who likes to give all the girls hugs, and flirts all the time with them not really meaning anything by it.
Keri- The giggler of the group and my best friend. She thinks that everyone likes her and likes any guy who so much as looks at her.
Tina- She’s the spunky girl of the group that befriends all the guys and, in turn, wins their hearts. I can never tell if they like her more than a friend or think of her as one of the guys.
Allie- She’s the “different” one of the group. She’s a mixture of the 80’s, 90’s and now all rolled up into one. Allie pretty much is the oddball that we all know and love. She, too, admits it.
Tom- He’s the quiet antisocial one of the group that never really talks unless spoken to.
Ben- He’s the loud, but lovable guy of the group. He’s always going on about how some girl is hot and how he wants her. Even though he’s a pervert sometimes, he still cracks everyone up.
Big Al-This is a nickname we gave because he’s so short. Big Al is funny, weird, and creepily cute all at the same time. He’d be grossed out if you admitted to him that he was “cute,” but I think he knows he is too.
Tad- The punk-pervert who has some weird obsession with oranges. He has to have one daily.
Jennifer- She’s the sweet, outgoing girl of the group who is my party buddy!
Betty- She’s the gorgeous, high-pitched voice, sweetheart of the group. She’s really nice, has lots of friends, and goes through guys like hotcakes (in a good way).
Now that I’ve told you about my school’s social ranking and my group of friends, I can fill you in on the high school experience: my high school experience.
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