The Popular Project

Sometimes, I like to just sit back and think about my last two years in high school. Know what I end up with?  A terrible concoction of cringe-worthy moments combined with embarrassing and downright stupid memories I can’t seem to remove from my brain. Being me is hard enough, now when you add people that try to painfully extract every ounce of strength and courage I can summon then you’ve got a confused teenager that is hopeless in social situations and the school’s very own clown.  That’s why I try not to think about it. Junior year was about to start and while I wasn’t particularly happy about it, I was glad to be finishing up with the torture that was high school. 

Looking up at that all-too-familiar sign, the ‘Welcome Back Cougars’ written on a yellow banner that had drawings of paws on it, strung between the huge cream pillars at the entrance, feelings of dread and apprehension rooted me to the steps. I was about to enter for either another year as the reigning class clown or another year to show them that making a complete and utter fool of myself wasn’t the only thing I was versed in. I decided against the former and went in. Luckily I wasn’t too late and the first period bell hadn’t been rung yet. I went to my locker and took out the books I would need. “Good morning fair lady. How has your day been?” A smooth voice laced with a pleasant British accent inquired.

Indiana, Andi and I were walking home.Thanks to Rea's fabulous acting skills and my 'fake' stomach ache, we got Mrs. Alderman to allow us go home before the people in the cafeteria came out and saw me."She went too far this time," muttered Indiana."She did, and Taylor retaliated." Rea gave me a high-five."I'm not still satisfied. Dumping garbage over her stuff is one thing, but I need to make sure she permanently stays off my back.""And how would you do that?" questioned Indiana as we stopped in front of Miss Brown's house.I shrugged. We all stayed quiet, every one of us thinking. After five minutes and nothing came up, I groaned."Come on Andrea, help me. You're supposed to be the scheming one."She threw her hands up."I've got nothing. Besides, you brought this up, you should have something."

Getting to school the next day I was excited to find out that my first day in school debacle had been replaced with more juicy high school gossip.Everyone's favourite power couple, Kenneth and Rebecca had broken up last night.Not that it was any of my business, but it took all my willpower not to do a happy dance in the middle of the school.It was my secret wish that something would cause them to break up soon, not because I wanted Kenneth — pfft! He and I couldn't make a good couple. Besides, he doesn't even know I exist — but because I hated Rebecca and it was nice for Little Miss Perfect to be reminded that she didn't own everybody.After normal classes we all assembled in the gym room for physical education aka the most unimportant and utterly useless subject that Satan himself gave birth to.I hated P.E!First of all, our gym uniforms were sleeveless an

Locating Darcy's house was easy. Adding to the fact that LittleWood was a small town, we hosted the end of year party there last year.PS. It's where I ripped my swimming suit.Anyways, after my mom reluctantly drove me there, I stepped up to the front door, my bag slung over my shoulder and knocked.It was semi-big, a two-storey house painted in white, had wooden shutters and a cobblestone driveway. Beautiful lilies surrounded the entire house.The front door opened a crack and a pair of blue eyes peered out.It opened wider and Darcy's mom appeared fully. A flowery apron was wrapped around her tall, thin frame, her brown hair was tied back. Her blue eyes like Darcy's was warm and friendly.“Hello Taylor. Why, it's so nice to see you,” she spoke with a heavy French accent.Last year she insisted on learning each and everyone's names.