ABBIE VS HIGH SCHOOL
My eyes were always closed. I mean they were open, but they were closed to everything new that I saw. I was reserved and very stubborn. I didn’t like things like rap music or Justin Bieber. In my opinion, I was very- how do you put it? Normal.
Maybe that’s the funny thing. “Normal” is just a concept. A concept created by humans- PEOPLE. If you put that much thought into the word, you notice that it is just a word.
It’s the first month of my freshman year at Bevroy High School- a school that had the biggest drop out rate of any school in our state. Personally, I thought it had class. I mean, you could tell that the teachers were trying to get the students' attention. They would constantly yell “Excuse me”, but to no avail.
Most of the upperclassmen are HUGE. I’m talking like Six-Foot and super muscular. And the girls were the prepiest and pinkest ladies I have ever seen- and I’ve watched Grease. It might just be me, but they seemed like the kind of girls whose daddies paid for their nose jobs.
Me? I’m as broke as a rocking chair without a rock. I’m also only about Five-feet tall and can’t even catch a football without bruising my entire hand. I’m small, I’m frail, and I don’t get along well with strangers. This is gonna be a rough year.
I’m not too different from the rest of my grade. They are all short and don’t talk out of turn. Not too attractive- ooh except for this one dude named Wesley- um, but, I can get to that later.
My name is Abbie.
First period. I had Science class. I never understood it and I don’t care for it much, but this time was different because of my lab partner. Remember how I said that most of the people in my grade weren’t attractive? Well I was right. My partner was Tyler Jensen. This guy was slightly taller than me and had a face that resembled a pig mixed with a cow- or maybe a pig mixed with a raccoon? I couldn’t tell.
“Hi” Tyler said. You could smell his nervousness.
“Hey” I said reluctantly. I wonder when the last time he spoke to a female was. Probably his mom.
Just when I think the conversation could’t get more awkward, this other girl in my grade (Jasmine Dice) started FLIRTING with Tyler. I mean hardcore flirting. Like basically grabbing his-
Luckily my teacher walked in before I got covered with indescribable human liquids.
“Hello, class! I hope you all had a wonderful summer. My name is Mr. Barns” Mr. Barns is even more nerdier than Tyler. He has bad asthma and I could smell his ham-and-egg-sandwhich breath from here.
Before the whole class started talking about there summer, a dude walked in. This kid was not like the other kids here. He was ATTRACTIVE. He wasn’t too short, wasn’t too tall, and didn’t smell bad. He had almost no faults.
“Hi um, sorry I’m late. I’m new and didn’t know where the classroom was” He said. HE WAS FUCKING BRITISH.
“No it’s no problem. Go ahead and take a seat behind, um, Abbie over there” My body clenched up at the sound of my name. I smiled and waved awkwardly. Why the hell did I wave? Was I two years old? This kid couldn’t be real. He couldn’t- just as I thought this, he slipped and fell on his face. And I thought I made a fool of myself.
The whole class laughed. Even Mr. Barns let out a little cackle.
Now that’s more like it.
My name is Abbie. And despite my womanly flaws, I’m gonna survive high school.
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