I felt like an outsider from Mars. I wish they can notice me. It’s not fair. I would do anything in the world to be with them. Anything.
I was saying this while dreaming .I was twisting and turning. It’s not fair I kept on yelling. It was as if thunderstorm, tornado, and a hurricane just hit my mind. I want to change I demanded. I want to be identical as them.
My eyes opened wide. I took a breath in and out in and out. What was I dreaming about? What was not fair? Why did I want to change? Who do I want to be like?
It all started when I was new at Cross High. A high school at Louisiana. This school was nothing like my old school. Everything was different the teachers, the classes, and the interiors.
Actually, their interiors were very decorative. I was new to this stuff, because I’m not a suburban or a metropolitan. I was a country girl. All of my ancestors were from a farm. I was born and raised on a farm. Oh, how I loved waking up at 6 A.M helping my brother milk the cows and feed our chameleons and all the other amphibians. Our farm wasn’t those normal farms you would see on T.V. it was a farm/zoo. At the end, my brother and I would swim at the small, soiled, brisk pond.
I wanted to fit in with all these popular groups. I wondered what it would be like to hang out with them. But I think I would never have a nerve to try .My parents had told me to watch out for myself. They said that these city kids are not well behaved. I don’t think this is true. I mean what’s the difference between country kids and city kids?
I assumed that I have a chance to be cool. First, I need to pick the right group. I’ve watched this crew called the Over takers. They were very superior. Second, I had to make up a plan to get to know them. I asked them if I can hang with them but they kept on refusing. I thought they were very companion. One thing I learned from the farm was to never take “no” for an answer and not to be acquittal. I still kept on asking. I wondered why I wasn’t acceptable.
Until one time they asked me if I can join their group. I was exicted, joyous, captivated, and overjoyed.” Sure,” I said in joy. “Well, meet us at the alley behind the school” Madison said. She was the captain of the crew. The group was quadruple.” When?” I asked. ”Today at the end of school she answered.
It was already 3:04 I went out side turned right and was facing the alley. I t was dark, bloodcurdling and contaminated. I saw the group in a circle laughing acting crazy. I walked and they seen me coming. They shouted at me to hurry up before someone sees us. They took me into a small weird looking house.
They gave me a white powder in a small bag. I didn’t know what it is. ”Take it its good” Madison endeavored. I took the the bag and just when I was about to eat it, everyone started yelling at me, to sniff it.” Why should I sniff it” I murmured in my head? I sniffed the white flour while everyone was staring at me with eyes that made them looked curios.” So would do you think about it?” everyone asked. ”Um It’s good” I replied. It was disgusting I thought in my head I have never seen this white flour wrapped in a rectangular vertical shaped bag.” What is it” I asked.” it’s called cocaine” Madison answered in surprising not knowing that I didn’t know what it was.” Here take this each week ill give you multiple bags of this okay and don’t tell anyone not even you’re parents” she demanded. They also gave me a cardigan that said “sponsor” with frightful and beastly sulfur color letters on the back.
