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5: My Fast Descend down Our Social Ladder

5: My Fast Descend down Our Social Ladder

       I would like to be the first to tell you all that Wing won the award for Fastest Rumor Spread. By the time I got home I had about thirty messages from people asking me what happened between Tyler and I. (Personally, I find their calls to be annoying. I mean you called me because you already know what happened so why bother? Are you hoping for the juicy details on how he slipped me the tongue? Well, I'm not giving them out.)

    However, Wing wasn't the only one who got an award over the course of the week. I was presented with several awards. Shall I name them?

     Awards given to me:

• Biggest Slut in Hoagland (Which is a real honor considering our school is crawling with cleavage flaunting, skirt hiking girls.)

• Best Boyfriend Stealer (This one didn't make sense to me since Tyler is still with Emmie. He blamed the whole thing on me.)

• Best Backstabbing Moment (Again. This makes no sense because I was never or ever planned on being friends with Emmie. You can't backstab people who you hate.)

• Fastest Downhill Reputation (Yes that actually did happen. Kaylie, Lyra, and Carmen all ditched me when they found out. Kaylie left first; but Lyra and Carmen soon followed after that. Benda dumped me the minute I got to school.)

      Like the good sport I am, I took all the awards with no complaints (To all the people who think I actually got awards; you are mistaken). I even gave them a little speech.

     My speech:  "To all my loving fans. I would never be who I am if it wasn't for all you people. I would like to thank each and every one of you, but that is too many. But, I will mention some of you. Emmie, dearest. I have to thank you, for without you, I wouldn't have a reason to have these awards! Thanks for stealing Tyler from me.

      Tyler. Another reason for my wonderful awards. You are your gummy lips, which you personally know I can't resist. You played them to your advantage, leaving me utterly damaged. (Yes, I'm a poet. Or at least in my head that rhymed.)

     Oh Chicken Wing, oh Chicken Wing. How I owe you the biggest thanks of all. But fortunately, you already got your award so there is no need to really thank you. Although, I am disappointed in you. Here I am thanking you when you didn't bother to thank me. Shame, shame."

(I would end my speech by saying something about my parent and world peace and then I'll tell everyone that I love them and goodnight.)

     That was my speech that I never got to give to anyone on account of that the Awards only took place in my head. The only person who got to hear was Viola, my evil twin of a conscience. She lives in my head. All day she sits on a little zebra print bean bag and tells me what to do while eating chocolate covered peanuts.

       Being the most hated girl in Junior class is a lot of work and can get pretty tiring. I have to sit all alone during lunch (exhausting!), I have to go to my class quickly since i have no one to talk to (Takes a lot of energy to do that!), and sometimes I have to do school projects all by myself because no one wants to be the backstabbers partner (I will die from all the exhaustion!).

       The last time I checked, my little story got switched around. The last story I heard was how I tricked poor Tyler into kissing me by making him feel bad for leaving me and Tyler, being the whole-hearted guy he is, gave me a quick peck on the cheek but I turned it into a forced make out session. (I love the way stories get distorted. They left out the part where Tyler grabs my chest.)

      The longest conversation that i had last week was with Mrs. Lucille Carter, our lunch lady.

     "Oh, child. You best be smiling. It's Friday." Lucille was holding a large spoon with a but of mashed potatoes still stuck to it. Also, there was still a bit of corn stuck in her hair. I was tempted to pick it out for her but I decided against it because the corn really brings out the lunch lady in her.

       I gave Lucile a small smile. "I know. Can I have some of that mashed potatoes?"

      "That was a weak smile, child. No potatoes until i see a real smile from that beautiful face of yours."

     Normally, if any other adult told me that I had a beautiful face, I would of felt uncomfortable and ran out of the room. But with Lucille, it's like she owns the word and can call anyone she wishes beautiful without it sounding weird.

      "I'm just having a rough week." I mumbled as I picked up a straw on the counter and began twisting it around my finger.

     Lucille cocked her head. She grabbed a bowl and threw a pile of mashed potatoes into it. "Henry, I'm taking a quick break. This child needs my help." Henry gave a sort of grunt (He never talks. I assumed that he was giving her approval.) Lucille grabbed my hand and lead me to an empty table near the far right side of the cafeteria.

      "Now, tell ol' Lucille, what is this talk about a bad week?" She placed the bowl to the right of her plump, folded hands.

       "You don't already know? The whole school is talking about it." I answered.

       "Child, I don't know everything that happens in this school. Only if it happens in the cafeteria. If it happens here; I know about it." She smiled. "Now, is it a guy?"

     "Partly. I sort of kissed this boy- well my ex boyfriend- and now the whole school knows. Now, my friends hate me and my boyfriend broke up with me."

     "Ah, I see."

     "Yeah, the boy I kissed happens to be dating the school princess so now everyone hates me. They don't even have the story right. He kissed me back."

      "Oh, so he is playing it off like he didn't kiss you?"

     "Exactly."

     "Well, child. If you like, I could give him some bad meat when we have cheeseburgers next week?" Her laughed boomed across the bustling cafeteria.

        I knew that wasn't really funny, but I found myself smiling. "I might have to come back to you on that one." Although I was sure her bad meat wouldn't be necessary. I didn't want to get Tyler sick. And the thought of him throwing up made me cringe. His gummy lips would be tainted.

     She put the bowl of mashed potatoes on my tray. "That's what I was waiting for."

      "For what?"

      "Your beautiful smile, child. Now, go have a good lunch. I have some mashed potatoes to serve." She got up. "Oh, and you can talk to me whenever you please. Lucille is always willing to listen."     

      I knew I would be returning to Lucille. As of that day, she was my only friend.