I sit, not alone, yet not surrounded by fake, stupid girls who are "popular" for showing their asses and just being all-around-slutty. I like these people. These people are okay to hang out with. And then the 'roided up assholes who can hardly be called "athletes" because all they do is pile drive into guys who aren't gigantic and eat raw red meat protein shakes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner walk in. These people make me want to claw someone's eyes out, especially their demanding, annoying girlfriends who cannot, for their own lives, just shut up. Sure, some of them were okay. Just because they played football did not automatically make them slobbering Neanderthals. But these guys were the guys no one cared about, the guys who didn't play because A) They were crappy, or B) The didn't look like much. One of them sat beside me. He played football because he needed an after school activity and this one was readily available. He's not a big guy, not a little guy, not to bad at the game, but he sure isn't star quarter back. His girlfriend, Chelsea, who totally protests against well...everything that has to do with "the man", is nice enough when she wants to be. The place where I sit is now filled with faces that are mostly okay, some people who I didn't think very highly of, most were friendly. Lunch isn't much of a war-zone for me. I sit with Brandon, the lame quarterback as only I call him, and Lamar who is uh..."chill". Lamar is chill at the moment, but he's usually very high strung so chill is good for him once and a while. Not like we haven't all tried it once. High school is a place for experiences, and I was going to experience it all. I think about this as I nibble on fries stolen from Brandon's plate as he tries to remove Chelsea's lymph nodes with the suction from his mouth. Mike, friendly guy, known for his endeavors with the keg, flings his peas at them. Needless to say the bell rang before anything food-fight like happened. Linda, my friend because she was funny and amazing at doing that Mexican accent finds me awkwardly hugging the walls as I head to biology. She laughs and shows her perfectly white teeth, totally unfair. She drags me away with her whirlwind of pals that may or may not have been all speaking Spanish and flings me into biology, five minutes early. I knew Linda was skipping. I could've skipped with her but I just didn't feel like it. I enjoy going to most of my classes, though trigonometry I could do without. Don't think that Linda skips class all day either, she usually attends. Going to school is something I was raised drilled into me.