(sorry for the short post, more content in progress!)

Honestly I don’t understand the concept of “popular“ in schools. Honestly whats the point anyway? There are literal cliques at my school and I don’t know about other schools but it is clear in mine. The eighth and seventh graders mainly. Fancy expensive shoes, dresses that show to much bust and doesn’t cover enough skin, dress just to get dress coded, sneaking there phones into class, cussing as if their mouths can’t produce cleaner words. Those girls with there eyebrows picked to the point where that facial hair looks like something that should have been painted on. So much lip gloss that I honestly think half of them are brain dead.

I have to go to P.E. third period every other day. Therefore that class cuts into my seventh grade lunch so I have to go to eight grade lunch. A bunch of my other friends are in that class as well so I am never ever alone. But the problem is, eight graders always invade our table. To make it even worse, their the eight graders that talk back to the administrators when they get in trouble. Their the eight graders that try to pick fights with sixth graders. There that group that sneak there phones and ditch school.

Yay, lucky us.

Those eight graders just make me want to rip my hair out, grab a sledgehammer, and hit them all with it. I can tell my friends feel the same because the instant those juveniles hit our table we grab our backpacks and just leave. But of course there was that one day where they decided to just barge in and ruin our day;

Me: Hey guys!

My friends: Hey!

Kate: Hey girl!

Dillon: Whats up?!

Thalia: DID YOU SEE THE NEW PERCY JACKSON AND HARRY POTTER FAN ART OH MY FINICKING GODS

Everyone else: . . .

Me: Chill girl! Oh my gods the most amazing thing happe- oh gods, in coming.

Dillon: Here come your walking, talking, sources of irritation.

Everyone: 3…2…1…

Eight graders: YOOOOOOO WASSUP DUDES

I suddenly just feel a tug and I turn and see a bunch of girls wearing crop tops and WAY to much eyeliner holding locks of my hair. They tell me comments like: OH MY GOD YOU SHOULD TOTALLY LIKE DYE YOUR HAIR. or DANG girl those some nice waves you got there. I roll my eyes at them and try to maneuver away. Dillon grabs my shoulders and leads me away from the group of volatile eight graders and we both walk back, dragging our other friends with us.  Without my friends holding me back I swear I would have like done something like knock em all unconscious.

After that day I guess that got bored of us and started torturing other seventh and eight graders.

My friends and I just like to ignore those eight graders as much as we possibly can.

This is what i love so much about my friends, they are so quirky and hilarious, each day coming home from school just thinking about them makes me smile like an idiot. Each of us are so different in so many was but we all just fit together like a huge jigsaw puzzle. Are group is always growing. We’re all diverse too. From race, religion, personality, gender, sexuality. You name it. We’re all that one group that is always laughing about something stupid. Or one of us starts snapping our fingers randomly  and then suddenly we become a band. Stopping our feet, clapping our hands, playing and instrument, singing all together. Its just…. Awesome.

Dillon: *starts snapping fingers*

Me: *sly smile*

Everyone: Aww yeah you go girl!

Dillon: *completely oblivious*

Me: *obnoxious deep breath*

Dillon: Aww yeah! *snaps out beat*

(THESE LYRIC ARE NOT MINE THEY ARE FROM THE AMAZING MUSICAL HAMILTON AND THERE IS NO WAY IN HECK THAT I OWN IT SO YEAH COPYRIGHT AND STUFF ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO LIN MANUEL MIRANDA)

Me: I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT

I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT

EH YO I‘M JUST LIKE MAH COUNTRY I‘M YOUNG SCRAPPY AND HUNGRY AND I‘M NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT

IMMA GET A SCHOLARSHIP TO KING‘S COLLEGE I PROB‘LY SHOULDN’T BRAG BUT DAG I AMAZE AND ASTONISH

THE PROBLEM IS I GOTTA LOTTA BRAINS BUT NO POLISH I GOTTA HOLLER JUST TO BE HEAR WITH EVERY WORD I DROP KNOWLEDGE IMMA DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH A SHINY PIECE OF COLD TRYIN TO REACH MY GOALS MY POWER OF SPEECH UNIMPEACHABLE

ONLY NINETEEN BUT MY MIND IS OLDER THESE NEW YORK CITY STREETS GET COLDER I SHOULDER EVERY BOULDER EVERY DISADVANTAGE I LEARNED TO MANAGED I DONT HAVE A GUN TO  BRANDISH I WALK THESE STREETS FAMISHED

THE PLAN IS TO FAN THIS SPARK INTO A FLAME BUT DANG ITS GETTIN DARK SO LET ME SPELL OUT MY NAME

I AM THE

Everyone else: *joining in* A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R  WE ARE MEANT TO BE

ALL OF US TOGETHER: YEAH BOY!

Oh man I love these guys.

I see so many people that I grew up with suddenly just change completely. That one girl that always shared her cookies with me suddenly mocking sixth graders who are too scared to fight back. That one guy who always seemed so bold now trying to hide in the shadows. People who were so innocent suddenly turned unvirtuous. They all started hanging out with the so called populars. There hearts and brains turning dark.

All I want to say to them is:

Do yourself a favor and save your dignity. Keep that little innocence you have in you, find better friends who treat you well, let who you truly are shine through. Feel what its really like to be loved.

What I‘m trying to say is that there are people out there that are perfect for you. Don‘t risk hanging out with people that will legitimately hurt you and throw you away and leave you with nothing. Be with the people that make you laugh until you have tears in your eyes, that appreciate you and who you are, accept you for who you are, who are there for you thick and thin, who just make you.

Happy.

I’m not popular

but I have amazing friends.

I’m not rich

but I have everything I need.

I may not be liked

but I know I‘m loved.

Just because I we have a different path doesn’t mean we’re lost.