All I Never Wanted: Chapter One

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They weren’t supposed to choose me.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Ever.

But things happen for a reason.

Submitted: September 17, 2009

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Submitted: September 17, 2009




I began walking down the stairs when I realized I had forgotten something. I quickly went back to my room and tried to remember where I had left my glasses. They’re not on the nightstand… I checked my book bag just to make sure, but they weren’t there. Great…

Write on cue, there was a light tap on my door. I quickly turned around to see my mother, glasses in hand. “Did you loose these?”

I nodded and took them from her. “Thanks.” I quickly put them on and was about to say goodbye to my mom there, but she sat on the edge of my bed.

“Wow,” she said shaking her head. “I can’t believe you’re a senior.”

I nodded in agreement, as I sat by her. “I know.”

She wrapped an arm around my shoulder and said, “I just wanna say, try your very best. I know your dream is to get into Stanford, just like your father did. But believe me, it isn’t that easy. I may not have gone there, but I did go to UCLA. I know what you’re thinking: you can’t even compare the two; I know. But I applied to Stanford too and I worked so hard on my essay but I still didn’t make. I guess cheer-“

“Um, mom?” I said quietly. I hated interrupting.

She looked at me. “Yeah?”

“Sorry, but I gotta go. I’m running late.”

She stood up. “Right! Sorry, I just caught up in my little bubble.”

I got up too and headed to the door. “It’s okay. I’ll see ya after school?”

“Yes, of course! The tryouts are today anyways. I’ll probably be there around two.” She gave me a small hug. “I’ll see you later.”

“Uh-huh.” As the words left my mouth, I turned around trying to get out of the house as soon as possible.

Once I got outside, I took a deep breath. Talking to my mom was always so awkward. I mean, she always had to bring up cheerleading, and- even though she doesn’t know this- I hated that. I had already been a failure to my mother. She never said it, but I knew that I wasn’t the daughter she wanted. I was never the girl that was outgoing and I never even wanted to join the cheerleading squad. She never forced me to, but she would always try to hint something out; I just wasn’t interested.

I was more like my dad: Quiet; the complete opposite of her.

I pulled the car keys out of my jeans pockets and quickly unlocked the door. As I pulled out of the driveway and down the street, I played with the radio dial.

‘I jerk so low, you-‘

‘Good morning folks! I’m Sheila and you-‘

‘Here’s a new song: “Beautiful Disaster” by Jon McLaughlin. Hope you enjoy it.’

Hmm…. I left it there. Maybe it’d be something good. As I made a left turn on Jenson Ave, I listened to the lyrics.

‘She swears that there’s no difference between the lies and compliments. It’s all the same if everybody leaves her…’

I sighed as I turned of the car and got out. I was never going to listen to that song again. It was too depressing.

As I walked towards the school I looked around my surroundings: new freshmen looking lost, old friends hugging each other, kids getting off the school bus, the jocks in their circle, and the Baker sisters looking around for their new prospect. I shook my head; some things never seem to change…

I walked up the stairs of the school and opened the front door, hoping to get to homeroom. As soon as I walked in, I bumped into someone, my head smacking into their book bag. I looked only to see that there was a line for metal detectors.

The person that I bumped into must’ve not felt a thing, since when I apologized they didn’t say a thing in return. I waited quietly as the line slowly progressed. By the time I finally went through, the warning bell had already rung. I made my way to homeroom, thankful that it was on the first floor. The room was almost full, with only a few students to spare. I quickly took a spot in one of the empty seats.

A couple of minutes later the bell rang, bringing in all the usual late people.

“Okay, settle in,” said the teacher as she walked in. “It’s nice to see you guys back. I hope you all had a…”

I began daydreaming, knowing that Ms. Foreman always said the same thing every year. It was good to finally be a senior. Only nine more months of this school to bear, and I’d finally be free of all the cliques.

“She’d be good,” I heard someone whisper. The voice was familiar; it belonged to one of the Baker sisters.

“Yeah, she would look great with some makeup!” exclaimed Anna, who was in the cheer squad.

“Are you out of your mind? She’s a total loser!”

“Kate’s right, but I’m thinking about Carey Loews; I’ve been dying to wax that uni-brow since she moved here!”

“Shh, the teacher’s gonna hear! Gosh, you guys are retarded. We still have ‘til the end of the day. Now shut up. Ms. Foreman’s passing out the schedules,” said Cammie Baker, the queen bee.

Out of the two sisters, Cammie was definitely the bitch. Her sister, Allyson, was the exact opposite. She was basically a pushover, always listening to her older sister’s commands. She was prettier of the two, but guys were always trying to get to Cammie since she “went all the way.”

Though Allyson was just a junior, she was more popular than most seniors, all thanks to her sister.

“Taylor Kemp?”

I looked up at the sound of my name and raised my hand. Ms. Foreman came up to me and handed me my schedule.

I looked down and saw:

Period 1 Chemistry Lawrence, Kelli Room 204 Period 2 College Algebra Anderson, Henry Room 101 Period 3 Physical Education Coach Hernandez Gym Period 4 Home Economics Stewart, Lillian Room 309

I mentally groaned, hating myself for not doing P.E. my freshman year. I knew it wasn’t going to be all that easy to pass that class; I was horrible in sports.

The teacher called our attention. “I know we only have a few minutes left in the class, but I hope you all have a great year,” with that, she said we could talk unit the bell rang and she returned to her desk.

I stayed seated, glad that at least this class was over. Only four more to go…

“You know what, I’m just going to tell her now. I think she’d be great,” I heard Allyson say.

“What? No! Ally get back here; we’re not choosing them yet,” hissed Cammie.

Some shuffling came next, followed by footsteps, and then a tap on my shoulder. “Um, excuse me?”

I turned around to come face to face for the very first time with Allyson Baker. “Wh-what?”

She gave me a small smile. “Hi, I’m Allyson.” She stuck out her hand in front of her, waiting for me to shake it.

I took it and said quietly, “Hi.”

She flipped her hair and sat in the desk beside of me. “What’s you-”

Just then Cammie appeared and yanked on her younger sister’s arm. “Ally, what the hell did I tell you?!” She had an annoyed look on her face as she looked at me. “Ugh, sorry about my dumb sister; she has the tendency to have outbursts and introduce her to complete strangers.” She started pulling Allyson away.

“What? No, Cam she could do really we-,” she whispered as she got cut off by her sister.

“I don’t care! We’re not choosing them yet!”

I sighed as I went back to doodling on my schedule. Within a few seconds the bell rang and everyone began to shuffle out. I waited until it was mostly cleared to head out. As I walked out the door, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to come face to face with Anna, one of Cammie and Allyson’s loyal followers.

She handed me a piece of paper and said, “This is from Ally. Come by the eastern parking lot after school if you want to.” She didn’t say another word as she walked out the door. I looked down at the crimson piece of paper.

You’ve Met The Standards of Cammie and Ally Baker Join Us For The Chance At Becoming One Of Us

Come By The Parking Lot For More Info -XoXo

Cammie Ally I shook my head. There was no way I was going to do that. I mean I didn’t even know these people! Yes, I had grown up with most of them, but I didn’t even hang out with any of them.

The thing with Cammie and Allyson was that every semester they would get someone new to join their little clique. It was usually someone that was sort of popular and was pretty, giving them a complete makeover using their dad’s credit card.

I had never even like the idea of them always doing it, so there was no way I’d be doing it now. I stuffed it in my book bag and headed to my first class.


“I’m very excited for this year, and I hope that you enjoy this class as much as I do,” said Mrs. Stewart. The bell rang just as the last words left her mouth. Students shuffled out, wanting to leave.

Glad that the day was finally over I fished in my book bag for my keys as I headed to the northern parking lot. I was just about to push the door opened when Allyson was in front of me. This wasn’t going to be good…

“Hi again,” she said giving me a small wave.

“Hi…” I tried to walk around her, but she stopped me.

“Did Anna not give you the paper? Gosh, I knew she wasn’t going to, I should’ve just given it to you my-“

While she had been rambling on, I had taken the paper out of my book bag and was now showing it to her.

“Oh. Well, aren’t you going to go?”

I shook my head. “No.”

Her eyes widened. “What? No, you have to come! I mean, everyone that gets one of these have to show up; it’s like a rule. Even though people that don’t get it still show up.”

“I wasn’t planning on going anyway…”

She was about to say something but her phone cut her off.

‘I make them good girls go bad, I make them good girls go b-‘

“Hello?” she held on finger at me while I just felt like leaving. “Yeah, I’m on my way…. Gosh, Cammie I’ll be there like in five minutes! Ugh, yeah whatever.” She hung up the phone and apologized. “My sister can be such a drag sometimes.” She paused before asking, “So you’re coming, right? I really hope you do.”

I could not believe this was happening. One of the most popular girls in the school was asking-no begging me to do something. Me, a loser that talks to absolutely no one at this school because I just want to get the heck out of here.

There was no point in answering her since she just grabbed my arm and began pulling me the opposite direction that I had been going.

And that was the first step in becoming the Baker sister’s charity case.

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