Have you ever wanted to be popular so bad that you would do anything for it? Ever since the beginning, people have wanted to survive. Unfortunately, when you reach middle school it means in order to survive you have to be popular. I’m sure that everyone has their own story but it's time you hear mine, and the lesson that came with it. The day had started out as any would usually go. It was so cold outside that I couldn’t feel my fingers or toes. My ears were full of the complaining wind that wished I wasn’t there. I walked up to the school doors feeling like I had recently woken up. “GOOD MORNING!” I heard someone call as I walked in. I cringed at how loud it seemed. But, as I walked away and the morning greetings faded, I felt empty and …show more content…
As I stood there shocked I had even uttered a word. I couldn’ help it, I didn’t realize before but I had always wanted to be popular, and this was my ticket in. “ Do I look like I’m okay to you?” She snapped back like a fierce crocodile. “Well, what happened?” I inquired, grinding my teeth, trying to hide the fuming thoughts in my mind. And so, for the next 5 minutes I got to hear all about how Alyssa liked a boy named Erik and how she wanted to “go out with him”. But, the actual problem was that she wasn’t sure Erik liked her. She told the story in such a way that I felt pity starting to creep into my heart. NO! I warned myself. I knew in my head that Alyssa had planned this. She knew that if she cried, I would come to help. But, after a few minutes, I couldn’t help it. Poor thing! I pitied her internally, the part of me that doubted her squashed for the moment. “How about I go and ask him?” I offered, as my thirst for popularity, and pity for Alyssa grew. “We could find out if Erik actually likes you.” “Hmm,” Alyssa considered as she dried her fake tears with perfect hands. “That will do,” She finally answered as if she was looking for another opportunity to make …show more content…
I looked at Erik to see him blushing. His hands were shaking and he was looking like he might burst into a river of tears any second. My fuel for revenge had been lit into a fire. “Popularity doesn’t mean anything in the real world.” I snapped, before I left the room, feeling pride for everyone that had ever felt hurt because of him. As I left I cranked my head around one more time I saw Alyssa’s straight hair, manicured hands, and blushing face. As I saw this an idea formed in my head. “BTW, Alyssa REALLY likes you,” I said looking at Alyssa’s face light up with embarrassment. I finally felt like I had made a difference, I felt like I had fought for myself. The next day I had woken up thinking about yesterday’s events. I couldn’t believe that I had, had the courage to stand up to people that had been bullying others for years and years before! I had suddenly felt like I could be myself around them and they wouldn’t be able to say anything to me. I felt like I was a new