Our story
starts at Lincoln High School, in Los Angeles, USA. It’s a nice suburban High
School, packed with kids going about their daily lives. You don’t have to worry
about who I am, I’m just the narrator. We’ll just leave it at that, for now.
So, Lincoln High is just your average school from the suburbs: cliques and
divas, jocks and bullies and of course, geeks and outcasts.
The story
begins with a group of outcasts that had no idea what was going to happen to
them. I’m going to tell you the story as I’ve heard it and seen it myself.
Let’s get to it, then.
It was a
hot autumn morning when school started. People had mixed feelings about the
school’s start: the popular kids couldn’t wait to get back to school while the
least popular were not that anxious to return to class. By far the least
anxious to get back to school were a group of three teenagers that huddled in
the corner of the school yard, waiting for the principal’s speech to be over.
- This year
is going to suck the most. I can see it all now.
- Come on,
Ben. It can’t be worst than last year.
- Guys,
just shut up. The principal has just about finished his speech and we can get
to class and be done with it.
It was then
when they met the final addition to their group: a short, blonde girl that wore
a pair of wide-frame glasses, named Chrissie.
- Uhm, hi!
Do you guys mind if I sit over here with you?
Ben looked
at her with distrust, but nodded his head.
- Sure. You
can sit with us.
The other
boy smiled and reached out a hand.
- Hi, I’m
Albert. This is Camille and this guy over here is Ben. He’s a bit…
- A bit
what?
- A bit
weary of strangers?
- Guys, be
nice, will you?
- Uhm, I’m
Chrissie. I’m new to this school. I don’t know anybody around here. I saw you
guys hanging around and I thought I should hang with you. You seem…
- What? Do
we seem geeks to you? Or losers?
- Calm
down, Ben…
Albert
shuffled on his feet and grabbed Camille by her shoulders, trying to hide
behind her.
- Calm
down, let’s hear what she had to say.
-I wanted
to say that you seem to be nice people.
Camille
smiled.
-Thanks.
We’re a nice bunch. Ben has a more…”fiery” temper.
- Why do
you guys hang out so far away from the others.
Ben put his
hands in his pocket and looked to the crowd of teenagers gathered in the yard.
- Why do
you think? They’re a bunch of rich-kid jerks, that’s why.
- Uhm,
Ben’s kind of right. They don’t like people like us.
Chrissie
scratched her head and straightened her glasses. Camille put her hand on
Chrissie’s shoulder and smiled.
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