Fatma

Today was super weird. First, I was magically good at sports: I think because I was pretending to be an actress playing the role of a coordinated person in gym class. Then, I sat with the popular girls at lunch. Jillian* (my friend who also hates gym class) and I sat there, feeling slightly uncomfortable and confused about how nice they were. It’s weird to think that I had pictured this group of girls as some weird, distorted version of the Plastics, when in actuality, they’re just as goofy as me. However Anna* (the leader of the group) did remind me of Regina George, not so much that she was mean but more of her confidence and power.

After lunch break (or a lost episode of The Twilight Zone), I had English, which was really funny, because of the people I sit next to. It felt so weird to actually be smiling and laughing while in school. I used to associate school with rainy, grey days. Now it’s actually bearable.

I guess when you open up to people, they let you in—99.9 percent of the time. ♦

*Names have been changed.