I get the glares, and she gets the smiles. Because that's just the way things are.

Because at the beginning of high school I didn't talk much. So I got typecast anti-social.

Because at the beginning of high school she was wearing a mini and laughing at everyone's jokes, no matter how lame they were. So she instantly became popular.

Her, strutting around the grounds like she owns the place, with her hot pink metallic bag filled to the brim with every type of make up you can imagine. Did she pay any attention in class? To give a straight out answer, no. But in her fellow lemming's words "But like, she doesn't like, need to get good grades, like, she's gonna become a model anyways, so like, can you see a point? Like, ya'know..."

So why, is she still at this school? Why is she still here, to soak up the glamour and popularity availiable to her? Does she know that school is just like a surreal dream, guarding you from the ferocities of the real world? Does she know?

So why, on Friday afternoon after school, did I see her crying at the bus stop? Why was she sobbing that no one cared about her? Why was she crying about how things were going so 'shithouse' at home? Everyone knows she's got the perfect life. Everyone knows her life is just one big sugarcoated fantasy that every girl dreams of having. Was there a secret side to 'Miss Everything'?

But everything's still the same. Nothing's changed. She's still wearing minis and laughing at everyone's jokes, no matter how lame they are. She's still strutting her stuff on the grounds carrying her little pink bag which could have been described as her own beautician's salon.

And she still gets the smiles, and I get the glares.

Why?

Because that's just the way things are.

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