Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43895517-20190922193940/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191025015248

Katie sighed. "Well, a couple years ago, I was in a popular group. A diffrent one. I guess some people aren't meant for popularity. I was one of those people. I made friend with people I should'nt have, was mean, I was a jerk. My friends were jerks, I just--well, at the time, I thought they were my friends, that they wouldn't betray me," Katie stared at her lap.

"But they did," she siad, letting a hint of bitterness into her voice. "They spread bad rumors, and pressured me into doing things I shouldn't have. They told the principle that I 'did' something, I don't know what, and I got suspended. When I came back, no one would talk to me, even to tell me what a jerk I was. I still don't know what I 'did'. But I like it better this way. I don't bother anyone, they don't bother me. Besides, I have a friend. She was homeschooled, but she convinced her parents to let her come to foxfire this year."

Katie fiddled with her braid. In another world, she would be bullying Sara, not being friends with her. The thought of that alone was enough to make her hate herself. Being popular. . . if you weren't meant for it, it weighed you down, killed you inside. Katie used to spend hours getting ready for school, terrified that she would be humilated if her eyeshadow was a shade off, or she bought the wrong brand lipstick.

-Chloe