Hello :D My 9th story, i know my 7th story wasn't that great, but i thought it was worth the try to post another one up. Enjoy the story!

I made my way down the street with only one thought in my head; tomorrows math test. I was known as being the nerd: I had braces, got top marks in every assessment task and wore glasses. I practically fit the profile. While one part of me wished to do well and get a good report, the other part was telling me to purposely fail so that my class mates won't call me a nerd anymore.

There was a sound of an engine getting louder and louder. I looked back; someone parked their car nearby and was walking towards me. I stopped in my tracks and started walking towards them as well. Maybe it was my friend or someone needed help with directions or something, I thought. I couldn't recognize their face just yet; I edged a little bit closer and peered through my glasses. There was a tall boy standing there. My heart pumped at one hundred miles per second. I recognised him, but it was too late to run away,

"Oy, nerd! Better not burn your football sized brains out, eh?" He threw a scrunched up paper ball at me. "Got to live up to your status as the most boring nerd that has ever walked the planet!" It was Corey Spinet; he was defined as a 'cool' person who was in the football team. I just ignored him; I got this about five times a day. The car which Corey Spinet was in drove past me. I glanced at it, and for a split second I saw my brother in the back seat, laughing at me with his mates.

My brother got home before I did.

"So, had a bit of a laugh, did you?" I asked him.

"What?" He asked, dumbfounded.

"Before, in the car, laughing with Spinet!"

"Oh, there. It was just a joke, nothin' serious!"

"Oh nothing serious is it? Just a joke right?"

"Come on; take a joke, would ya!"

"I would expect as much. You, a 'cool' person, wouldn't understand what a person like me suffers. You're in heaven at school, while I'm in hell; is that how it is?"

"Yeah, I guess so." He laughed, "Oh c'mon, just think of it as this: In every class there's at least one nerd, and it just happens to be you."

There was a short period of silence, where we both stared into each other's eyes, fathoming the words we just said, "Despicable." I said, "You know, one day, you are going to come crying to me for help, and YOU'LL SEE WHAT HAPPENS!"

***The next day***

I had the plan of never talking to him again. He was always like this; he was the 'cool' one in the family. Growing up, he had always gone to people's houses, friend's birthday parties, and even though he had failed every test, and got bad reports, my parents didn't care, because he was 'cool'. I saw him outside, puffing on a cigarette with friends. My parents made him the king of the family, mainly because of his easy-going personality. I was more like the person who got pushed around, and was only there so that the others gained a good reputation.

Today was the day of my Maths test on the Pythagoras' theorem. I got out my calculator, ready for the test first period, and met up with my friends.

"Hey, did you study much?" One of them asked, looking up at me.

"Yeah, do you think you will pass?" I asked.

"Eh, I don't know, this test sounds hard." Jacinta sounded worried.

"Yeah, but we'll do well, it's just the other people I'm worried about." Another friend said.

"Yeah… So, Jasmine, did you end up studying much? Like, with your new born brother and all." I asked.

A girl with long, plaited, black hair, turned toward me, "A little, just 1 and a half hours, not nearly as much as I usually do."

"Oh, yeah, I only studied for 2 hours myself," One of my friends said sadly, "That's why I'm so scared about this test."

I looked at them sadly, now I realised the extent of a 'nerd' we were. We weren't just 'smart'; we were 'Smart people who didn't think of anything but our studies.' I looked at the others; they were laid back, and they were never seen with a book in their hands in their entire life, it was like social suicide. The only downfall to being a 'cool person' was that they had to purposely fail their tests so as to not sabotage their reputation. This society prided on not getting through high school or university. Nerds have a tough life during high school but have a good, successful future. The 'cool' people, however, experience heaven during high school, but experience hell in the future. So one question, which one's better? Would you rather experience hell at the beginning of your life, or later on?

***7 Years Later***

Steven

7 years later, and I went from being one of the coolest and popular kids in school to being the most unsuccessful guy ever. I have gotten divorced, left with my 4 year old son. My sister, Rosaline went on to being a biologist, and I guessed she wouldn't help me at a time like this, if it weren't for the promise we made to each other. Her voice rang in my head clear as crystal, "I'm never speaking to you again." It was two weeks after the maths test.

"So, what did y'get?" I asked, "95? Or wait—100?" I sneered. She didn't reply.

"Y'look sad, did you get 99.95%?" I asked.

She turned around, death staring me. "Why do you hate us?"

"What?" Rosaline pushed me.

"Why do we get teased for every little thing we do?" I could tell that she finally cracked.

"Why can't you accept us for who we are? Why do you have to make our high school life even more miserable than it already is?" She spun me around, "I want pay back." There was a glow in her eyes, which informed me about something: She was serious. I backed away; her hands were shaped in a fist, ready for attack.

"Did you know that every day, someone teases me about my hair, or my clothes, or my appearance or my marks?" She started walking up to me.

I stared at her blankly. I had never seen her like this. She looked evil. She punched me square in the chest, I fell back.

"What? Too weak are you?" She asked, pulling me up and kicking me in the shins.

"OWW Rosaline, what are y'doin'?"

"Told you. Pay back. This is pay back for all those times when you made my day utterly miserable," She pushed me into a wall, "For making me feel like I'm the ugliest and dullest being you've ever met," She punched me again, "Until you come to your senses, au revoir!" She walked off saying, "I'm never speaking to you again."

My life had been a total downfall since I dropped out of high school. I had always been the cool, laid back one, and my sister was always the one getting picked on, getting the top grade in the class. I was always embarrassed for having a sister like that. But now that I thought about it, I would've done anything to trade lives with her.

"Daddy!" My son shouted from the living room. I rolled out of bed and started to stroll toward him. "What is it?" I asked.

"Daddy, my toy broke, can we get a new one?" My son, Johnny, was found in the living room.

"Oh, umm son… I'll get it for y'birthday, ok?"

"But daddy, you still owe me a Turtle Ninja figure for my last birthday." Johnny said in a disappointed voice.

"Yeah son, I promise I'll get them both for y'next birthday." I said tiredly.

"You promise?" He asked, poking out his little pinkie. I looked at it. I took out mine and wrapped it around Johnny's, "I promise." I hugged him tightly and let go.

"Do y'want to go to Aunt Clara's house and play with Susan and Simon while I go somewhere?" I asked.

"Oh… I really wanted to play with you today, daddy." Johnny said, "Why do you have to go anyway? You're always going somewhere!"

"Sorry, little buddy, how 'bout this, when I get back, how 'bout we get some ice-cream?"

"Really?" A large grin filled his face.

"Yeah, don't worry, I'll be right back!" I lifted up my son and brought him to my neighbour's house. The owner, Clara, answered the door.

"I'm sorry, are you free to take care of my son for an hour?" I asked, thrusting my son and a bag in her arms.

"Umm… Sure?" She said, wrapping her arms around the bag and my son, "Ooh little Johnny, you're going to have a fun time with your Aunt Clara!"

"Really, thank you!" I told her, "Have y'best behaviour for ya Aunt!" I told my son. I wished them goodbye, and walked to the train station. At Chad station I got off the train and found my way to my sister's house.

Someone answered the door, a little girl, about the age of seven or eight. "Mum! There is someone at the door!" She called.

Someone walked up, it was Rosaline, but she had no braces, it was such a transformation. "St-Steven?" She stuttered.

"Yeah it's me. I- I wanted to talk t'ya."

"Oh, well um… Take a seat." She showed me into the living room and they sat on one of the lounges.

"Kristy! Come here please!" She called. The girl who answered the door ran into the room.

"Yes mum?"

"This is your uncle. My brother, his name is Uncle Steven."

Kristy shook my hand and said hello.

"Get some Oreo's for our guest, dearest." Rosaline said.

I watched her walk out of the room, and turned toward Rosaline once Kristy was out of the ear-shot, "I really am sorry, look, I shouldn't have teased ya in high-school, I was just jealous, look, now, I'd do anything to trade lives with ya."

Rosaline looked toward me, "But I still can't forgive you for what you did to me. I don't think you understand how depressing high school was for me. I tried hard at what I did, sure, but I also hated my life." I stared at her, now I realised how much she suffered.

"I know, but still, I need some help…"

"What is it?"

"Rosaline… I am… short of money… May I borrow some? Please?" I asked.

She was quiet for a long time, at last she said, "Yes."

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