LJ Idol (Home Game), season 6, week 34c, Thrown to the Lions
It sucks being the new kid at school. My family moved around a lot because Dad was in the Navy, so you'd think that I'd be used to being the new kid by now. But having to start somewhere new in year nine was the absolute worst. Year eight was okay because everyone else was pretty much in the same boat as me, figuring out everything about high school and having to make new friends. By year nine, though, everyone already knows everyone else. And then they judge you if you're different. Starting yet another new school in year nine was like being thrown to a pack of lions, and if you're not careful, they'll eat you alive.
Okay, so, you probably want a story after that intro, right? Well my first day at Ocean View High didn't really affect me much. I don't think anyone even noticed “the new girl.” But the next day was just shitty as anything. I decided to wear my long hair up in about eight braids because that sort of thing is cool, right? I thought at least someone would notice and decide it was cool, and want to become friends with me - it was safer than trying to decide who to approach myself.
But I guess Ocean View has a different idea of what's cool than I do. As soon as I walked into form room, this dick, I think his name is Bobby or Brian or something, grabbed hold of the braids and started pulling on them and screaming shit like “Look at the new pony! Neigh, neigh!” Fucking bullshit, that's what that was. And to think I thought he was cute the day before! What an arsehole. And if that wasn't bad enough, he then went and stole my hair lackeys! I ended up having to pull my braids out and walked around with frizzy hair for the rest of the day.
In Science class, which was just before recess, I sat next to this guy Phil. He wrote me a note that was like those ones people do with the ticky boxes to find out if someone likes you - you know the ones? Well anyway, he gave me one of those, except the question on the note asked me if I wanted to go somewhere private at recess so we could try pashing. I was pretty flattered by that because I've never even held hands with a guy before, let alone kissed one! Plus Phil is pretty cute too - not as much as that Bobby guy, but at least he was nice to me. Anyway, I didn't want to to seem like a slut or anything so I drew another box and wrote “maybe” next to it, and ticked that one and gave it back. He gave me a smile after he read my reply and that was that until the end of the class.
So then, like, when Science was finished, Phil took my hand and dragged me out of the room to this secluded sort of area near the gym - by the staircase that leads to the balcony viewing part. He told me to close my eyes so he could kiss me, so I did, but his arsehole friends - including Bobby/Brian - just used that as an opportunity to dump buckets of water on me and throw water balloons at me! I was absolutely drenched by the time I realised what was going on and had to run away so they couldn't see me if I was going to cry. I held the tears back but I didn't really know what to do then. It's not like I had a spare change of clothes!
Luckily Mrs Brown, one of the gym teachers, spotted me, and she took me inside her office in the gym so I could borrow one of the spare school uniforms they keep in there. I didn't really want to get changed, I just wanted to go home, but Mrs Brown suggested I needed to just toughen up instead. I wish she'd been a little bit more comforting but I guess that's what I should've expected from a gym teacher.
I tried to just keep to myself for the rest of the day, which I seemed to manage pretty well, especially when I spent all of lunch in the library reading. I figured it would be harder for anyone to pick on me there since there's the library teachers around and you're meant to be quiet.
My last class for the day was Maths. I was lucky because Phil and his friends weren't in that class with me. They probably take a dumber maths class, and I got put into the top one. But even when you're in the smartest class with other kids who should be as smart as you doesn't guarantee you're going to fit in. It's like there's some sort of pecking order or something so there's still “cool” smart kids as well as the geeks, nerds and quiet ones. And the cool smart kids kind of run the class, really. They're not as bad as the dumber kids in school who pick on you, but they still make fun of you, especially if you answer a question wrong.
So anyway, in Maths, the teacher asked us an algebraic question and we had to raise our hands to answer, and Mr Cooper would give us a chuppa chupp if we got it right. I know, right? Bribery with lollies. LOL. I don't know if he's actually allowed to do that. Anyway, I'm pretty confident with my algebra because Dad's been teaching it to me since like year six, so I raised my hand to answer the first question and I got it wrong. WTF? I guess I must've just been too distracted to calculate the answer properly because of everything that had happened in the morning. But that started the taunts from the cool smart kids.
I really don't think I'm ever going to fit in at Ocean View. I hope Dad has to relocate us again soon.
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This week I decided to take up two different projects for the home game. This entry is part of project #2, where I decided to ask someone who's never written anything for LJ Idol to partner with me. I asked my good friend of 9 years, augustuscaesar to write for Brown Baggin' It, whilst I wrote for the other two. You can also read my entry for Back in the Habit.
Okay, so, you probably want a story after that intro, right? Well my first day at Ocean View High didn't really affect me much. I don't think anyone even noticed “the new girl.” But the next day was just shitty as anything. I decided to wear my long hair up in about eight braids because that sort of thing is cool, right? I thought at least someone would notice and decide it was cool, and want to become friends with me - it was safer than trying to decide who to approach myself.
But I guess Ocean View has a different idea of what's cool than I do. As soon as I walked into form room, this dick, I think his name is Bobby or Brian or something, grabbed hold of the braids and started pulling on them and screaming shit like “Look at the new pony! Neigh, neigh!” Fucking bullshit, that's what that was. And to think I thought he was cute the day before! What an arsehole. And if that wasn't bad enough, he then went and stole my hair lackeys! I ended up having to pull my braids out and walked around with frizzy hair for the rest of the day.
In Science class, which was just before recess, I sat next to this guy Phil. He wrote me a note that was like those ones people do with the ticky boxes to find out if someone likes you - you know the ones? Well anyway, he gave me one of those, except the question on the note asked me if I wanted to go somewhere private at recess so we could try pashing. I was pretty flattered by that because I've never even held hands with a guy before, let alone kissed one! Plus Phil is pretty cute too - not as much as that Bobby guy, but at least he was nice to me. Anyway, I didn't want to to seem like a slut or anything so I drew another box and wrote “maybe” next to it, and ticked that one and gave it back. He gave me a smile after he read my reply and that was that until the end of the class.
So then, like, when Science was finished, Phil took my hand and dragged me out of the room to this secluded sort of area near the gym - by the staircase that leads to the balcony viewing part. He told me to close my eyes so he could kiss me, so I did, but his arsehole friends - including Bobby/Brian - just used that as an opportunity to dump buckets of water on me and throw water balloons at me! I was absolutely drenched by the time I realised what was going on and had to run away so they couldn't see me if I was going to cry. I held the tears back but I didn't really know what to do then. It's not like I had a spare change of clothes!
Luckily Mrs Brown, one of the gym teachers, spotted me, and she took me inside her office in the gym so I could borrow one of the spare school uniforms they keep in there. I didn't really want to get changed, I just wanted to go home, but Mrs Brown suggested I needed to just toughen up instead. I wish she'd been a little bit more comforting but I guess that's what I should've expected from a gym teacher.
I tried to just keep to myself for the rest of the day, which I seemed to manage pretty well, especially when I spent all of lunch in the library reading. I figured it would be harder for anyone to pick on me there since there's the library teachers around and you're meant to be quiet.
My last class for the day was Maths. I was lucky because Phil and his friends weren't in that class with me. They probably take a dumber maths class, and I got put into the top one. But even when you're in the smartest class with other kids who should be as smart as you doesn't guarantee you're going to fit in. It's like there's some sort of pecking order or something so there's still “cool” smart kids as well as the geeks, nerds and quiet ones. And the cool smart kids kind of run the class, really. They're not as bad as the dumber kids in school who pick on you, but they still make fun of you, especially if you answer a question wrong.
So anyway, in Maths, the teacher asked us an algebraic question and we had to raise our hands to answer, and Mr Cooper would give us a chuppa chupp if we got it right. I know, right? Bribery with lollies. LOL. I don't know if he's actually allowed to do that. Anyway, I'm pretty confident with my algebra because Dad's been teaching it to me since like year six, so I raised my hand to answer the first question and I got it wrong. WTF? I guess I must've just been too distracted to calculate the answer properly because of everything that had happened in the morning. But that started the taunts from the cool smart kids.
I really don't think I'm ever going to fit in at Ocean View. I hope Dad has to relocate us again soon.
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This week I decided to take up two different projects for the home game. This entry is part of project #2, where I decided to ask someone who's never written anything for LJ Idol to partner with me. I asked my good friend of 9 years, augustuscaesar to write for Brown Baggin' It, whilst I wrote for the other two. You can also read my entry for Back in the Habit.