I was breathing hard.
My heart was pounding in my chest.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up as if something bad was about to happen.
Just then a paper plan hit me in the back of the head as I once again walked up to the gym rope to climb for the billionth time.
"Hey Lackey!" One of the obnoxious boys of my senior class called out. "Don't be a Lackey and fall behind the rest of the group!"
"And wait for it. . ." I mumbled to myself. Just then a burst of laughter came from the entire gym class.
I turned and smiled at them.
"Thanks guys." I rolled my eyes.
You think after Thirteen years of school together they would get a better teasing name for me, but not they just use my last name.
Lamos.
"Josh, just leave her alone." Serena, cheerleader, said to her current boyfriend, Josh.
"Come on Serena, it's not like Lackey has any feelings!" Josh laughed with his jock and emo buddies.
Yes, Jock and emo.
See at Knighton High School everyone is friends with everyone . . . except me.
Oh, I haven't properly introduced myself.
I'm Andromeda Lackey. Andy for short, but no one at this high school calls me that.
To all of the students and most of the teachers, I'm just plain Lackey.
See here at Knighton even if everyone is friends with everyone, there is always the outcast. In fact, there is only one outcast, that being me.
Don't feel bad for me or anything, I've had thirteen years to get used to it.
See when Josh and his friends all tease me, they think I will run away and cry, but I have matured over the years since grade three.
I grew up every since I realized that I would never make friends at Knighton.
See, everyone seems to hate me because I am a super kid . . . a Hermione Granger. Yes, a Know-it-all.
But even if I am a know-it-all, I certainly don't know how to overcome my fear of climbing the gym rope.
Not only am I a know-it-all, but it just happened that my parents are severe backstabbers.
Yep, and that is the answer to why I have no friends at Knighton.
It seems that if ones parents hate another’s, well the child learns to hate that parent’s only child.
My parents both happen to be furniture business and a few years back before I was born they screwed over a lot of people because they had to take a major pay cut, most of these people parents of my current grade, and since then had a total grudge against my parents and me.
I know I said my parents were total backstabbers, well I just said that for the effect, and the fact that the whole school thinks they are.
So hence, I have no friends because I am a know-it-all backstabber.
I don't mind not having friends. I mean it would be nice to have someone to talk too, but I'm not in true need of friends. I think that friends impale a person judgment. For example, wearing a plaid skirt on the first day of school
"OMG, you can't wear that! That is like Social Suicide!"
Crap like that.
Better off not having friends!
I thought I was your friend!
'SHHHH! They don't need to know about you yet!'
Why not? Is it just because I'm in your imagination?
'Yes, and the fact that you are a guy in my mind!'
Oh so now we're now discriminating that I am a guy! Would you rather have a dog?
' No! I'm sorry! I'm just not ready to tell them about you yet.'
Too late, love. I'm sure they are already curious by our conversation.
'Thanks!'
Okay so that thing about friends, well I happen to only have one friend in the entire world.
Green.
Yes, Green.
Green also happens to only exist in my mind.
So this is just a secret between us alright?
I think the true social suicide for me would be if anyone ever found out about Green.
Or the fact that you talk to yourself constantly.
'Yes, Green I think they get the point!'
So now you all know that I am a Know-it-all backstabbing insane girl who is about to climb a gym rope!
"Hey Lackey!" I turned to Josh again. "Hurry the Hell up you’re holding up the line!"
I glare at him.
I may not have real friends, but I do know how to be a bitch when I want to be.
"Sure thing," I then slowly drifted to the rope, getting a groan from everyone.
"Alright Lackey." Mr. Steveo said while checking my name of his clipboard. "Let's have it."
I nodded and looked up at the rope.
Andy, you can do this. It's just like we practiced. One jump and then hand over hand over hand.
'Thanks Green.'
Not a problem, love.
Taking a deep breath.
Heart pounding fast.
Hair sticking up on my neck.
I leaped up into the air and grabbed the rope.
A sudden gasp.
I opened my eyes to see what the fuss was all about.
It was me!
I was still on the rope!
I never could hold on the rope!
'Holy crap!'
CLIMB ANDY CLIMB!
'I suddenly feel like Forest Gump!'
YOU CAN DO IT ANDY! CLIMB!
'Shut up Green, I'm doing the best I can right now!'
okay.
Hand over hand over hand. Soon I reached the top and I almost screamed out of victory, but I realized if I screamed, I would fall, and that would be a good thirty foot drop.
So slowly, I climb back down.
When I reached the floor, Mr. Steveo gave me a slap on the back. "Good job Lackey!"
"Thanks." I mumbled and quickly moved to the back of a long ass line.
Ignoring the catcalls I was getting from Josh and his buddies.
Just act like you are deaf!
'I'll keep that in mind when they are drowning in the swimming pool.'
Good girl!
Even though Green thought I did good, I couldn't help but think, was it me or was it Green that got me to the top?