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This is a story in the perspective of the girl who is cool-not the geek. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Aug 21, 2008    Reads: 211    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   


"Look at her". "Black hair, freckles, geeky glasses and no curves. She is so weird." I said to Miranda pointing at the slinky girl on the other side of the room. She was sitting at a free table in the cafeteria, staring at us.
Well, who wouldn't? Miranda, Selia and I were the coolest girls in school. But there was something about this girl. Of course all the other newbies did the same thing- drooling over us if they were guys and admiring us if they were girls. Either way, it made no difference to me. I already knew I was the greatest female at Hunting Dale High School. Except this girl, this girl who I should have looked at and never thought of again, made me feel weird-Like I was somehow losing my place. No, this dorkette made me mad.
"I know Tanya "replied Miranda. I glanced up. I hadn't realized she was talking.
"Yeah she looks like such a loser" said Selia a little louder than everybody else.
"I agreeā€¦..actually I don't know. She makes me feel kind of edgy." I admitted.
"You-"I put my soft hand over Selia's chattering mouth.
"I know, I know. I should just forget it. Anyway it's probably nothing."
I didn't trust the words that just escaped my mouth.
The bell rang and I left off with Miranda and Selia to English class. As I was exiting the cafeteria I took one last peek at the girl. She had disappeared.
We took our usual seats at the back of the English classroom and waited for Mr. Phillips to come to class. I checked the clock. Half an hour left until the end of school. I decided to re-apply my lipstick with the time I had. As I was going to collect my bag off the floor I saw freakazoid walking into this class. She trotted nervously over to the table in front of me. Did she even know what this meant? Taking a seat in front of me?
Obviously not. She sat down and set out her books and pencil cases in perfect order. When she was ready she turned around to face me. I looked at her with my eye brows raised.
Then she spoke.
"Hi my name is Lydia".




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