THE GOTHAM GIRL CRONICLES



It's all elementary, so act like a *.I.T.C.H!!

Have you ever wondered why teenage girls were so ruthless? Well I'm going to explain it to you the same way it was explained to me. My freshman year of highschool was like being thrown into the lions den. It was if you had the words fresh meat tattooed onto your forehead. No one cared that you were in the top ten % tile of your Jr. High class. Or that you were the most popular girl in middle school. Here you were a frosh. (Frosh means a freshman with no hope of survival). A speck. And the prison guards weren't any nicer. I would get in trouble for the littlest things. And the warden was making sure that the freshmen were kept in their place. Ok prison guards =adults and the warden =the elite popular pretty people. Ok now that we got it straight. If you wanted to fit in you had to forget all your morals and become this mindless android that spat out air headed things on command. With girls especially. If you were still a virgin you had to lie and if you weren't everyone knew your business. It's as if being a skank got you more "respect". Whatever that means. I mean apparently lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking their clothes off, soo you'd better have acted like your name was Pinocchio. And the longer you could measure your meaness the more power you had. It was as if the more people feared you the more friends you seemed to have. If you weren't a jock, a burnout, a fearleader or a skank you were considered a nark. By the way fearleader = cheerleader so try to keep up with the labels. Adults lied. So did those corny TV sitcoms. They made high school seem to be this magical world, that "these will the best years of your life". Liar liar pants should put your pancake butt on fire. Everyone knows it's just a scheme they do in order to weed out those who will become our future drug dealers, wheelers, and future teenage statistics. O what a lovely picture right?
As for me I fell through the cracks. I was the invisible woman. No really. I swear. Don't get me wrong I had a lot of friends. But whenever I didn't feel like talking about the number of bottles me and my friends downed the night before or what color lipgloss me and my friends should swipe from the riteaid, they would look at me as if they didn't recognize my mask. Everyone in high school is a bull ----ter, it's as if there's a class of the art of bull crap that I forgot to take. Everyone wears this plastic airbrushed mask that seems to pass as real. But in reality it's just cold, hard shiny plastic. Every so often you'd see what was under it,ugliness that was completely unseen by the guards. Each week my friends would cut school, go to one of their houses smoke weed and get high, watch porn and have inappropriate sex with inappropriate partners. O yes I know it was soooo much fun to watch this going on it was as if I was watching a message for parents of "what to look for in a troubled teen".For four years I slowly slipped through the system. With parties that seemed to go on for days, hangovers that seem to last even longer, and some of the most shocking things that you could only see on video tape. I felt soo detached from reality. My juror year me and my friends had a little game, it was called pass the sprinkles. Each person would bring any pill bottle they had and we'd mix it up in this big bowl. You'd have to swallow as many pills without passing out. It was hard because 90% of the pills were pain killers. One day we cut out after 3rd period and went to my friend Vince's house. We all got high and started on his parent's liquor cabinet. When we started playing sprinkles, it went all down hill from there. Due to the fact that we were all high and wasted we couldn't really do much in what happened next. My friend Becca was up next and she swallowed 46 pills before she passed out. 46. 46 jagged little pills was all it took. Becca didn't wake up after that. It was all over the headlines. Poor teenage girl dies in a tragic cry for help. Wow with a title like that I'd buy a paper too. After that all of us stopped hanging out. Half of them dropped out, some got arrested, others got knocked up. By senor year I was the only one left. And on graduation there was no slow motion hat throwing, no sappy music. Just people giving you the hint that you were on your own now. I never ever looked back on my high school memories. To this day I don't crack my unsigned year book open. I don't want all the images in my head about all the things I did that I feel disgusted by.

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