Me: The Suspicious Freshman

You know when I entered high school I had watched enough of Netflix to expect rapists, creeps, bullies and god knows what else. So first day, freshman year, I went in all prepared and suspicious of every person I saw. I mean, no offence, but I didn't want to end up like Hannah Baker.

Nothing happened.

Seriously. I waited for a Justin, a Tyler, a Clay- hell I expected Monty's and Bryce' s and at least one Puckerman or Finn Hudson, but there wasn't even a Tristan or Dean. Forget Edward Cullen, where was Jeremy fron TVD?

Nope. Turns out to know the shit that went behind the scenes you had to actually make friends and I am not going to lie: I got along with kids well but not well enough to know what went behind the doors. Plus first day: how much shit could there have been?

So my armour on, I went to my classes, debated about kids I had known since Kindergarten and looked for hot guys in my classes.

That was a failure. I swear that stuff about getting hot before high school? Total BS. I know. REAL SHOCKER.

Anyways I knew the future so called 'bitches' of my year, so guess what I did.

I was a Bitch. A cold, haughty one.

I mean, they were a group of pretentious snobs who were 'cool' because they championed the rights of old citizens on Insta and played a couple of volleyball games and I was the pretentious snob who was cool because I played Tennis and didn't use Insta.

Truth? I wasn't allowed to have Insta and I couldn't play Volleyball.

Yeah. Both of us were bitter.

End result being that at the end of school year while all the kids had their friend groups I was the loner who everyone talked to but didn't know well enough to actually talk to.