As I walk into the lunch room on any given day, I see a table of senior girls with a seat open for me where I could sit if I wanted to. Next to them, I see a table of sophomore girls that I know quite well. Generally speaking, I would sit by the seniors no doubt. But lately those girls have been more than catty and talking about people behind their backs. Not going to lie, I don’t really like the people they’re talking about, either. But I would rather spend my lunch talking about the good in life instead of the people who need to get a life. So I make my way the sit by the sophomores. They welcome me with open arms, and it makes them feel good that I, a mighty senior, am sitting by them.
I get a few awkward stares from the seniors and try to ignore them. Then, I proceed to have in-depth conversations about what’s going on in the sophomores’ lives these days and give them some knowledgeable advice. It has been a great lunch and I am now ready to conquer the next 4 periods.
The next day, I walk into lunch and decide to sit by the seniors because I need to uphold my reputation of running this school. It turns out that I have been demoted 4 seats to sit on the end, because apparently no senior wants to be seen with somebody who hangs out with sophomores. REALLY?!?!?! The reason I didn’t sit by you was because you were being immature! (DISCLAIMER: Not all senior girls are witchy life-ruiners, that ruin people’s lives) So when I decide to reconcile my sins, I would like some forgiveness. It’s not like you’re the greatest thing since sliced bread and I think you should acknowledge that fact. I do! But some days I like to spice it up and sit by somebody new. So stop acting like Regina George, because if you keep it up, I’m going to be the one yelling “YOU CAAAAAAN’T SIT WITH US!”
Sincerely,
Cady Heron
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