5. Once You Go Black, You SO Want to Go Back

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The thing about my school is that if there is an assembly, it is usually for explaining dress code—not that anyone really follows it anyways—and the rules for the year. This usually happens every semester. Also, keep in mind that there are two semesters in a year. So someone please explain to me why there is an assembly in the middle of the first semester, even though we have already had one the first week of school?

Normally we have our assemblies in the auditorium, separated by boys and girls. For some odd reason, it's in the gym with everyone piling in together. I walked into the gym with my hopes seriously low. For all I know, someone could have died, or worse.

Everyone is separated by common interests and so-called friendship. Anna and Ashley sit together with Bryson and Cole on the left side of the gym, in the middle. Their little wannabes sit farther down the bleachers, closer to the front so they can alternate between looking up at the ones they admire and still being the center of attention from everyone else.

Violet sits in the direct middle of the bleachers with her other weirdos. I think they listen to music, cut hair, design clothes, and join weird fandoms and just make fun of all the other people that don't fit into these categories. Beneath them are the serious nerds. Half of them are in my Journalism class but no one has to really know that. They are actually pretty cool from what I've seen. At least they'll be going to college unlike some people at this school.

To the far right are Christina and her little clique. She doesn't have friends, she has followers. They are all a bunch of posers who strut around the school as if they own everything. They aren't on The Clique Series' level, or even on the Plastic's level from Mean Girls, they are just their own little creation. Basically, if they throw a party, everyone is going to try and attend. If they wear something cute, people are going to get jealous.

The funniest thing is that Jamie is Christina's right hand man for the job. She used to be a good friend of mine back in the seventh grade when she was in Journalism with me. But she grew mega boobs in the eighth grade and Christina swept her right out of my arms and into her little cult. It's funny how that happens.

In between the "nerds" and Violet seats Omunique and her friends. They are all dressed in some kind of cute urban wear, and are all people of color. She is clearly popular. Anyways, on the bleachers closer to the front of Christina sits the basic students, the ones that have basic lives and no social status. They make friends, toss old ones and live typical lives. I can easily say that I am a part of this group, if I am even in a group to begin with.

Now that I just analyzed who assembles where, I have yet to find somewhere to sit. I spotted Winston walking in and he frowned as he assessed his surroundings. Anna's eyes grew particularly bright when she spotted him, her hand immediately waving him over. He turned a bright red and then headed in her direction. I laughed quietly to myself. Anna's eyes landed on mine and she waved me over as well. Dang it, now I'll be associated as one of "them." There's nothing wrong with them, but I don't think I really fit in with them. I took a seat next to Ashley and watched as Anna pulled Winston to her side.

"What is this assembly about?" Ashley asked, twirling her red hair in her hands.

"Probably about all of the people who don't follow the dress code." Cole smiled.

Bryson laughed and then started fake coughing. "Ashley and Anna." Cole and Bryson high-fived. I laughed and Ashley slapped him on the arm.

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