The
Barbie's
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“Bree, can you promise me something?” my brother said
as he put the car in park.
“what?” I questioned him.
“you wont be such a dork. I mean try and be popular
.” He looked over at me. I just laughed.
“Brax, have you met me? Im the girl who sits in the back of
the room by herself” I told him.
“im just trying to help” he said. Putting his lanyard
around his neck.
“Ill be fine.” I said
“whatever you say” he rolled his eyes at me getting
out of the car. I grabbed my backpack from the backseat and got
out of the car. It was my first day of my freshman year at
Brinkley highschool. My brother Braxton is a senior and quite a
popular one at that. Star athlete and was supposedly
‘incredibly cute’ as my friends have told me. Which
was kind of weird. Considering him and I looked a lot alike. We
both and curly hair. But my was more of waves considering I
actually did something to it than air drying it. We also both had
weird greenish-brown eyes.
I walked across the student parking lot and up the stairs to the
main door. A group of 3 girls extremely overdressed for school,
wearing miniskirts and tight shirts that made their boobs pop
out,were eyeing me as I walked by. I shook it off and continued
through the door and down the hallway to the locker I was
assigned. I put in my combination as I felt hands cover my
eyes.
“guess who?!” I heard the person say. I pulled the
hands off and turned around to find my best friend.
“DEVIN!” I screamed as I hugged him. Devin and I have
been friends since forever. We were actually born one day apart.
Him, of course being a day older, he always makes fun of me for
being younger. Our Parents met in the hospital and stayed
friends.
“BREE!” he screamed hugging me back.“ive missed
you” he pulled away from the hug smiling.
I shoved him “I missed you too!” Devin was insanely
good looking blonde, flippy hair with blue eyes. All the girls
chased after him. But he doesn’t ever pay attention to
that. He doesn’t care about popularity which was good,
because he would drop me in an instant if he did.
“I got to go see some other people, I will see you
later!” he said walking away. I continued fiddling around
in my locker. I went to my morning classes keeping to myself.
Until lunch.
I walked in the door and saw my friend Morgan sitting by herself
at the table in the corner. Morgan was a straight A student. She
had short brown hair and hazel eyes. She wore glasses but she
could pull them off. She was little on the heavier side and she
has been forever. Morgan and I have been friends since the
beginning of middle school. It was kind of like neither of us had
anyone else to be friends with so we became friends. I walked
over to her and sat down. I wasnt hungry and she was reading her
book. Being friends with her wasn’t always but atleast
someone was there.
I looked across the cafeteria overwhelmed by the amount of
students. I saw Brax goofing around with his friends, bunch of
faces I didn’t know, and I saw the girls from earlier walk
by clicking their high heals. “those are the Barbies”
Morgan said
“they call themselves the barbies?” I chuckled. Who
would refer to themselves as a Barbie.
Morgan closed her book and set it to the side. “my sister
told me about them, apparently the barbies have been a thing here
for years and years, there’s one in each grade. Currently,
Alice is the leader. She is the senior. Stella is the junior and
Claire is the sophomore. Each new year when the senior graduates.
They pick two freshmen to compete to be in the
barbies.”
“what do you mean compete?” I interrupted her.
“I don’t know. The senior picks the task.” She
said opening her book back up “its quite stupid and
pathetic, I mean who would want to be one of them?” she
started reading again. I looked across the café at the
Barbies. Who would want to be one of them? I mean to be gorgeous,
in the in crowd, have people envy you, parties, and boys. Who
would want that? The normal Bree wouldn’t, but I kept going
back to what Brax said this morning. He was right. If I want to
have fun in high school.
I need to be in the barbies.