it's just something I wrote down last night. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue it. AND. I ended it and a real odd spot.
XD
I was tired, so I just ended it.


High school, is a jungle, I’ve heard.
Well, whoever said that is wrong.
High school, is like going to war in a wedding dress. There’s bombs being set off in your face, and you can’t get away from them quick enough. You grab the frills of your dress to expose your legs so you can run a bit easier, only to find, that, adorned on your feet are heels.
Only you can’t seem to get them off.

Hi, I’m Ashtyn, or, Ash, as I’m known around high school campus. It’s my 3rd year at Leroy Burke High school, and I’m in grade 10. Sure, it starts off fine, right? You walk through the school doors after summer break, all tanned, and high off the sun and summer excitement, ready to expect anything. You’re wearing your new clothes, there’s an inevitable bounce in your step, and your burst of energy is contagious, making everyone else spawn a raw bubble of happiness that’s enough to sweep you off your feet.
That’s until you realise that you’re stuck in prison for the next 2/3rds of your year.
Eventually, after a month or so, maybe less, the excitement wears off, doesn’t it? You’ve worn your new clothes at least twice already, and the summer vacation is setting up tent in the back of your minds. The tan is wearing off, now that the sun is setting earlier and it’s getting colder. You start wearing your glasses again, now that you’re trying to keep up with your studies, or the sawdust in woodworks are getting into them.
The cliques at school are formed, and the clowns in designer clothing are getting bored, so they’re setting up another plan to mess up someone’s days at school.
You thought that they’d stop after a year, right? Maybe mature a bit?
Wrong.
And it’s worse when you know they’re planning it against your friend.

Meet Cyndi, one of my best buddies that I met last year. She’s blonde, blue eyes, and freckled skin. A person who could be considered one of the cool people if she wasn’t so obsessed with her studies. She plans for everything. Honestly. She has an agenda, and a day planner. You think they’re the same thing, right?
Wrong again.
At least, not to Cyndi.
She’s the type of person who has pencils stashed in her hair. Or the type of person who is totally ignorant to people who have crushes on her. It’s sad, really, watching from afar as a totally gorgeous guy turns around and leans in really close to her face then whispers something to my blonde-haired friend, and she smiles and nods her head, but the guy is totally abashed.
Let me go through one of the scenario’s I’ve witnessed. The one that makes the popular girls jealous enough to sic a plan on her.
There’s this guy who’s a walking God. His name is Tyler Cross. I’ve never seen a teen zit on his face, and he has the nicest set of smilers ever. He was new last year and didn’t know of the current popularity triangle at Leroy Burke High. So, after setting his peepers on Cyndi, he decided to go for it.
I’m sitting at the desk next to Cyndi, who’s working like a busy bee trying to get her Science homework done before the bell rings.
I’m not even half done and I’m not working on it any more, so I see Tyler trying to sneak a few peeks anxiously at Cyndi, then pull a totally obvious attention-stretch and turn around flashing his teeth and Cyndi then crossed his arms laying his head on them right on her desk.
It was a nice move. Nothing could get Cyndi away from her work unless you really get her attention.
“Hi,” Tyler said, looking up at her from his arms.
“Hello,” Cyndi said, as sweet as honey. She doesn’t know how toxic her sweetness is to the male species.
“Listen,” Tyler continued, suddenly shy, “there’s a new movie out, and I really want to see it--”
“Oh, me too!” Cyndi beamed, un-knowingly putting her innocent charm on high.
“Uh, oh, really? That’d be awe-”
“Yeah! I should really see it sometime. I mean, but I’m so busy, so I don’t know when I’d see it, because I have this social project due, and my Science isn’t finished, and oh-! The bell rings in a couple seconds, so I really should go! Thanks for reminding me about the movie! I’ll see it soon with Ash. Right Ash?”
Total failure. Poor guy. You should’ve seen his face. It was painful to watch. I cringed inside.
“Right, Cyndi,” I agreed against my will. I’d go with Tyler if he wasn’t so god-awful gorgeous. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.
Tyler almost looked disgusted. He jumped up as the bell rang, and shot a nasty look at Cyndi, then rushed out of the room.

Like I said. She’s totally oblivious to anything but what she’s got her mind set on.