A Day in the Life of a Popular

I walked into the school, and watched everyone stare as I strutted down the hallway. This was my kingdom. I could have anything I wanted, whenever I wanted it. All of these other people were simply peasants, while I was the queen.

"What are you wearing?" I inquired when I saw one of the peasants with a shirt the same as mine.

"Umm... I'm sorry.. I'll change into my PE uniform..." she replied as she ran off.

"Hmph. People these days," I said as I arrogantly flipped my hair. Everyone knows that if they wear the same thing as me, it's social suicide. Either A) you'll have to change. Or B) hell is about to break loose. I mean, even though I obviously wear it better, I still can't have people stealing my style. It just wasn't right.

"Where's my essay?" I asked Craig, a nerd.

"Right here... I made it sound more like you this time.." he answered timidly.

"Good. Now move."

I figured if you have the power, why not use it to your advantage? So that's exactly what I did.

The End

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