Short Stories

The Quiet Ones

At school, there's always those "groups" that people are put under. There can be a wide range of variety that we can be classified into. Some people, that's just who they are. Others, they are sort of just put there. Others don't even want to be put into a group. Everyone is though and you can't really stop it. So it's best to use it to your advantage.

First off there are the athletic type. The sporty people who love PDHPE and fitness.
Then there are the artsy people. This can be dramatic, arty, dancers, novelists and musical people.
Another one is the smarty pants or the A grades of the year. Anything less than a 95 disappoints them.
After that you have those girls. You know - those ones. The queen B's followed by their wanna B's.
The depressed group is usually quite small in schools. These people find it easy to talk with ones who understands.
The 'Others' groups is, as the name entails, for all those who don't specify into one group but have a mix of each.

Then comes my group:
The Quiet Ones.

We are known for many things. We pay great attention in class for those times people forget what someone said. Also earns brownie points with the teacher. Our heads are down but that doesn't mean we aren't disconnected. When we say something wrong, it's usually forgotten and covered up well. We can get away with dobbing people in without anyone knowing it was us.

It's funny though.
It's funny because people think that's what I am – Quiet.
But in reality,
I'm just listening to everyone's conversations,
And figuring out their weaknesses,
And I'll use them against themselves to get further in life.

Because though I may be quiet,
My mind is full of your secrets and insecurity.

Oh don't worry,
I'm just waiting for the right time.
Just you wait.