Sobs of Loneliness *sniff*

Life is so not fair. So not fair. Okay, so I went to school the other day and suffered at bad day. Worse then bad. It started like this. Me and my friends and sisters (Sienna, Gracie, Emma, Josie, Kit and I) decided to kinda dress up. Just not be our boring selves. If you know what I mean. For one day. One. Okay, it was my idea.
So, we all catch the bus together, with the snobs. Hannah, Jasmine, Ashlynn, Lanie, Erin and... Trisha Nobman, the worst of the worst. They stick together, only care about themselves, (by that I mean Hannah only cares about Hannah, Trisha about Trisha and so on) and what's hot and not. We're on the bus, when Hannah and Trisha approach. Sienna and I eye each other. This is not good. 


"Hello. You must be Josefina. I'm Trish and this is Hannah." she smirked at Josie.


"Actually, it's pronounced with a h." Sienna piped up. 


"Oh, sorry." I bet you Trisha Nobman actually said in her nasty, useless mind. "Who cares how her names pronounced! She's not me!"


"Well, we're thinking of having a larger group today. And I was wondering if you four (pointing at Josie, Kit, Gracie and... Emma) would like to sit with us."


"Sure," they shrugged. They did not have, or even knew about, the grudge between Sienna, I and the snobs. 


"Hey what about us?" I asked standing up. 


"Sorry, their's only enough room for eight."


"Surely, there would be room for two more," Sienna joined in. "And hey, there's six of you, and four of them. That makes ten."


Trisha ignored the comment. "See you there!" she smirked at me and Sienna and took over, followed by Hannah.


I slunk into my chair with Sienna. Doing so, I happened to realize Lanie and Ashlynn weren't sitting with anyone but themselves. And it clicked into my head. They were kicked out by Trisha. Geez. I wondered why.


Well, I knew it wasn't such a good day already. But little did I know. 


I flunked algebra, got my locker stuck, tripped over a Gr. 8, forgot my palm cards for the talk I was doing, got my timetable mixed up and went to Basketball training instead or english, then the cafeteria. I now understand why Greg Heffley quoted the cafeteria the worst place in the world. 


So I slunk by myself in a chair. Over watching the snobs. Sienna was late.


I noticed Lanie by herself. Wandering around where to sit. I saw she got rudely ejected nine times. She'd even tried to ask at a Gr. 8 table. I saw her inhaling deeply and realized why. She was coming towards me. Me, Juliet Marie Albright. A snob and me. 


She approached me and swallowed hard. She opened her mouth. 


"Yes." I casually smiled.


"Um, beg your pardon?" she whispered.


"Of course, have a seat." I smiled.


"Really?"


"Really? Of course! I'm by my self." I shrugged. Woah, she had a quiet voice.


Then, my attention was grabbed by Sienna who was madly waving at me. She was standing next to Ashlynn. Boy, is this a weird day. I motioned her to come over and sit with me. The two came casually and sat down.


I gave her a funny look, which she gave back. I nearly laughed. Nearly. I was wondering if we would hit off in conversation, when I remembered Ashlynn Davies was a chatterbox. We probably would.


"So, left to rot by Trisha?" she asked, flicking her long blonde hair out of her way.


"Talk about rot," I smiled. 


"She's so mean." Lanie whispered. 


"Do we know, or what!" Senna (that's what I call Sienna) rolled her eyes.


"That was really rude what she did to you." Ashlynn said.


"Talk about rude! Look what she did to you two!" Senna said.


Wow. We talked for ages. Okay, so you may think the day ended pretty well and everything, but then, Kit's laugh made me turn two tables away to where they were sitting. The people who had sat between us had cleared, and I could hear them well.


"Talk about supporting the preppy look!" Trisha gloated.


I felt my cheeks reddening as I heard other snippets. They were talking about me. 


I couldn't take it. I stormed off. 


I could hear Senna, Lanie and Ashlynn's confused cries, but I didn't look back as my eyes filled with tears.


That was a few days ago. Now, I'm considering Lanie and Ashlynn friends. Scratch that line, I am. 


You see, Kit and I had an argument, that went along the lines of friends. Now, we're not talking. I actually haven't been sleeping. I've been staying over at Senna's. And Josie's taking on Kit's side. Okay, I may not be totally alone, but well enough. At home, at least. And am I really supporting the preppy look? Okay, maybe.


Peace Out,


Julie