The Over In Forever
Chapter 1
Some people refuse to admit how full of need they really are. They underestimate how much they want something,
therefore leading them to never have it.
I am not one of those people.
I knew what I wanted since I knew what I wasn't, it started a bit early, in fourth grade, and lingered
for a very very long time. All I wanted to do was be 'popular', whatever that was supposed to mean.
Things like this weren't attainable overnight, much less in the years I tried.
I had everything they had. I had the brand name clothes, I had my ironed hair everyday, I wore
makeup the same way they did. I had the same grades, same classes, same body shape, practically
the same everything. I just never got why my friends and I weren't popular.
I wasn't a creep, a nerd, a geek; I was born to be into it. It took me until 7th grade to realize
why I just couldn't be in the same crowd as the others.
I wanted my friends to come with me.
And apparently, that was something looked down upon in the higher groups. The day
I found out I was a bit mad. Mad it took so long for me to figure out that the only people
holding me back were the ones that actually cared enough to keep me with them.
They were weird.
Weird. What's that even mean? The day I realized was the day Malcom pointed it out to me.
We were in math class with Mr. Hordor and he was going over our test.
There was a kid arguing over one of the answers, saying that it was invalid.
God, I love that kid. Nearly everyone did. He argued with until cass was over,always, leaving
everyone time to do what they wanted. I sat next to Malcom in class, so we talked sometimes.
He was a jock, not really popular, but still a jock (if that makes any sense...?). He was
the captain of the schools's rugby team.
Malcom was observing the test he got back, and I glanced over at his score, a C. "Oh my Gosh, you got
better than me!" I exclaimed. At this, he laughed, "Don't I always?" I shrugged my shoulders,
refusing to give in. "At least I won't be the only one to fail this class."
He smiled and shook his head, looking thoughtful, "I don't know, I jsut don't get it."
"Get what?" "You. I mean, you could be popular. You got everything going for you, everything
you need to sit back, "he pointed to the back of the class, where the popular kids sat, "there.
I just don't understand why some friends are worth more than that."
I furrowed my eyebrows, "My friends?" "Yeah, don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about."
"But I don't." "They're just weird." "Weird?" "Yeah, weird. Freaks, social outcasts, whatever you want
to call them."
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