Three Words

Chapter 1

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The back of the class is where I was,
Keeping quiet, playing dumb.

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'Describe yourself in three words.’

Well, that’s a hard one. I don’t know if I can actually put myself into three words. And to think, there’s so many to choose from!

I looked down at the paper in front of me that contained the little personality test given by the guidance counselor for me to fill out and sighed in self pity.

What did she think she was going to learn from this? What if I wrote sexy, lovable, and perfect? Would she think I was conceded? Would it make her stop having me called into her office three times a week because she thinks I’m unsocial and have unstable problems?

Probably not. So maybe I’ll just answer it truthfully, not that she’ll believe my truth.

I looked down at the space beneath where I have to apparently elaborate on why I think each word fits me. A generous space for writing a good three paragraphs begging at me to fill it and my fingers were just itching to do so.

Well, she asked for it.

Okay, first word, first word…

Descriptive.

Perfect for me. I take anything and can describe it to a T. It’s better to understand something when you see everything about it.

Let’s take this little mind test for example. It’s a simple white 7.5 by 12 inch piece of paper with a simple question on it. A question that is commonly asked to people but this piece of paper isn’t as innocent as it looks. It will tell our lovely guidance counselor if I really need extra ‘guidance’ or if I’m perfectly fine. Though I don’t know what the three answers could be that would make her leave me alone.

If I wrote Dull, she’ll think I’m depressed and writing dull would be a lie. I’m anything but dull.

Friendless would be accurate. But that was my choice. I didn’t make friends. Friends betray you, friends stab you in the back and sometimes in the front. And you betray friends. I’m all too good at betraying people and as much as a non-heart I have I don’t want to deliberately hurt someone so I choose not to make friends.

So what’s my answer for being descriptive? Lets give little Mrs. O’Leary something to think about.

I think I’m descriptive because I see everything like no one else does. I’m special Mrs. O’Leary. Being as friendless as I am, I get to sit back and examine people. You name someone in this school and I can tell you everything about them. Describe them so well you could get a, not so nice, pretty little picture in your head. I know people’s secrets.

I grinned and rolled my eyes. That should give her something to think about. That I’m psychotic perhaps? Hopefully. The old coot needs to leave me alone. I’ve visited her 3 times a week for the past 2 months and she still thinks she can break through. Uh, hello? If I haven’t uttered a word what makes you think I will speak up randomly?

But I have to admit that she came up with a good idea with this paper. Thinking I’d rather write than speak.

Ah… next word. What am I? What am I to me? How about this one be my social status? Prep? Hell no. Goth? Just because I paint my nails black? I think not. Jock? Nope… Loner? I’m not even that lame.

So what am I? I’ve never really thought about this one before... hmm…

Individual

I’m an individual because I’m not like any of the other losers in this school. I’m me. I don’t fit into a category or a cliché. I’m my own category. My own person. I’m not going to become a sports fanatic and get assumed to be a jock, or a Ms. Bitch like Tori Hopkins and be a ditzy wand throwing dance team loser…

I smirked. Tori Hopkins. She’s hated me since I took the spotlight in the 1st grade talent show and that hate has only grown throughout high school and is at it’s highest point right now, senior year. Pathetic but true.

Uh, I hate this school. Tori Hopkins, perfect brunette, pageant queen, school beauty. Yeah, what a cliché. She even has her perfect, blonde, basketball playing boyfriend Greg Pierce.

Cute little Greg Pierce.

My smirk grew, now that gave me an idea for my last word.

Sneaky

How am I sneaky? Well, seeing as though this is all confidential and stuff, I guess I’ll finally pour my heart out to you Mrs. O’Leary.

I’m sneaky because when I was skipping class two weeks ago, Mr. Roberts and Miss Franks came into the room I was trying to sleep in and started going at it on the desk. Oh yeah, Mrs. O Leary, Mr. Roberts is still married. I guess Miss Franks just doesn’t care, huh?

I’m also sneaky because I happen to know that Mr. O’Dell was the one who hit Principal Tompkins’ car and blamed it on that stoner kid who was expelled. And that the janitor, that old Gary guy, has been the one taking the plastic silverware and straws from the cafeteria. Not kids to use as snorting tools.

And I’m also sneaky because everyone thinks I’m unnoticed. That I don’t have friends.

Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret Mrs. O’Leary. Sonny Thomas, the resident badboy is secretly gay and I hang out with him sometimes so people will think he’s screwing me and in return he deals with anyone who messes around with me that I can‘t handle for myself. Claire Pompay, little Ms. Perfect student often comes to me for Math help because she has too much pride to go to a tutor center. How do you think she gets all those A’s? I’m one hell of a teacher. And in return, she gives me passes from the office.

I know where the stoners get their shit in between classes, I know which of the jocks take steroids and place bets against their own teams. I know that the school ballots for the last student council were rigged. And that the geeks are secretly discriminated against by the teachers, who haven’t given any one of them a 100 this year so far, even though they’ve earned it because teachers hate when students are smarter than them.

And most of all, how am I sneaky? Because no one in this school knows that even though I’m that unnoticed girl with no friends- I’m in with every social group… unnoticed. I have the badass’s darkest secret, Ms. Perfect’s key to all her glory, and I’m screwing the captain of the basketball team.

Yup. Greg Pierce himself. Mr. -I’m in love with my girlfriend- all around good guy.

Didn’t see that coming, did you?

I guess I’m not as unknown and friendless as you’d like to think, huh, Mrs. O’Leary?

I rolled my eyes at the paper, having a nice feeling in my stomach that she wouldn’t be able to utter a word to anyone due to the confidentiality clause of guidance counselors and students and folded the paper up and set it on her desk.

I smiled at her and she smiled back as she reached for the paper and I let out a chuckle as I walked out the door and could imagine her face as she started reading it.

Welcome to Dorris Burns High School. The most fucked up school on the planet.

And who’s in the middle of all that drama? Well, yours truly.

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Well, I admit I am crazy. For posting yet another fic. Yes, posting, not "starting". I have dozens of first chaps just sitting on my comp waiting for me to do something with them. Heh. This was the lucky one I decided on. & it's almost summer and I write alot during the summer. Don't ask, I just do for some reason. So hopefully I will be able to start updating all my fics and keep this one going without too much of a waiting period. I even started the second chap already!

But the true reason I posted this is because i'm in one of those moods where i want to write a not so perfect character. And this girl, who I still have no idea what her name is, was perfect. And I loved this plotline from the second I started writing it. It's so imperfect but yet so realistic. And while it will have it's fair share of humor, fun times, characters falling head over heels into lust and love... it's gonna dig a bit deeper into real life then, let's say, Second Hand Soda does. Which is a fic that's supposed to make you laugh and aww. This one's a bit different.

I hope it interests you :) If i do say so myself, it's gonna be one hell of a twisted fic.

On some other notes... no, three words doesn't mean you initial thought of "I love you." It was just the stupid test question :P Oh and sorry for any mistakes. Wasn't beta'd yet. And the rating will be boosted, soon, of course. Can't help it, making it Mature just happens. whistles Lyrics at the beginning are One Of A King by Placebo, the best band in the world and Meds being the best album, EVER. And no, i don't own them. pouts

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Kellie.