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~*Mean girls.
It was unlikely when Mrs. Ketchum called our small crew to her classroom during morning break. Calling Bernadine, Sarah, Megan, Valerie and I to her classroom. I was the last to show up- when I did, i saw Sarah and Bernadine sitting in front of me first. Megan was sitting besides Valerie. At my right were the other rows of desks that were normally aligned- Hailey and some other girls were sitting there. I can't remember.
But the desks where my friends were sitting at, were rounded in a circle. Bernadine directed me to the desk in front of everybody.
'This may be strange to hear. But there seems to be a mean girls crew going on- and you seem to be one of them.'
I honestly laughed in my head. My body kind of stood still, but i think i smiled. Bernadine of course, was smiling the whole time. Valerie seemed shocked. Sarah bewildered.
Megan. Who seems to be impassive to everything, I could sense a twist and a hint of panic on her face.
It was explained that there were several students. Boys and Girls who confronted Mrs. Ketchum. Some in tears- saying that it was us, the crew that did this to them. When honestly- who did we make cry? We don't have that power. We're not popular.
We weren't in trouble, Mrs. Ketchum understood- she seemed confused herself. She knew we were good people. She knew there was some she-said-he-said going on. We were bait.
I spoke up saying that we were maybe easily picked out because we were a group. No other in school, except for the rejects. But we weren't that type. Honestly- it was random. We probably did make some cry, but it surely wasn't a group thing. It was individually, it was our own problems. We didn't share problems, in till now.
When we were released we immediatly started to pop questions to who we made cry. I honestly couldn't careless, but I was still curious. Mean girls. What a name. Such a huge label. This is why we only have to spends 2 years in Jr. High. It's awfully dramatic.
Carrying this crew name- didn't seem at all dangerous. I didn't feel any different knowing that I was now a mean girl- I always somewhat was. Being honest was my game.
Valerie cried for making others cry.
Sarah was popping questions.
Bernadine was comparing us to the movie.
Megan. Well. She didn't say much.
I just told Bernadine to let it go.
We aren't mean. Someone else is.
 NinteyDegrees_South · Sat May 16, 2009 @ 05:57am · 1 Comments |
