Most Girls

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 10, 2018

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Hi. My name is Emma Winston. My story started on a humid August morning, the winds rushing against my back. We live in the small town of Petrolia, Pennsylvania. By 'we', I mean myself and my best friend Haley. Life isn't normal in our town, or at least I know that now. It used to be a normal town, your plain, run-of-the-mill town. But not anymore. Anyway, back to the story. I was jogging down our street, hoping I would finally be able to catch the bus. We live so far away from the bus stop, most people are surprised I even get there at all. Haley lives like, 4 feet away from the bus stop, which kinda makes it funny. The fact that we're so different, yet the closest friends ever. She's the sporty type, and I'm the lay-low, shy type. But neither of us are popular. That is our one similartiy. Luckily for me, the yellow bus was still waiting there for me. I clambered onto the stairs, like an wounded animal. I sat quietly beside Haley, careful not to disturb her. Trust me, you don't want to get her into an angry mood in the morning. She smiled at me, but nothing more. Anytime that I do make it onto the bus, It's never a pretty sight. There are the jocks, the cheerleaders, the brainiacs, the shy people, and the tom-boys. The jocks are always joking around and teasing people, the cheerleaders are always either on their phones, or 'trying' to flirt with the jocks. The brainiacs are always studying, doing extra school-work, or getting picked on. And the shy people are, shy, and the tom-boys are loud, but not Haley. The bus finally pulled into the high school. Everyone crowded into the surge, waiting 'till they were released to their classes. I've thought about this many times before, but it still ponders me every time. The fact that people are quicker to get into class, rather than out of it. School had just started, the freshmen still dumbfound that they're actually in high school, the sophmores and juniors bored of school already, and the seniors, ready to get out of school, and into college. I'm a junior, and like I said, I'm already bored to death of school. Not to death, death, if you know what I mean. The clock ticks to 7:40 and everybody is pushing and shoving each other to get into class.


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