• Okay. Picture this.
    9th grade is everyones nightmare. NO ONE wants to be the fresh meat in school. In 8th grade, I was on the top of the world. High school kicked in and I realized i was once again the underbelly.
    The first day, I walked onto the large campus expecting to get pelted with water balloons or trown into a trach can. I walked around, and nothing happened. I was a little confused, But I was glad.
    Lunch came and passed. My friends told me there horrifying stories about the abuse from seniors. I smiled and let then know that eveyone had left me alone so far. They told me i was a jerk and we went on our ways.
    The last period of the day was approaching and I waited outside of the room. Suddenly, Like an angel from heaven, the cutest boy i had ever seen walked up to me. His name was James, he was a senior. He leaned up against the lockers and smiled at me.
    "Man, don't you hate the first day of school?"
    I giggled nervously. "It isn't so bad so far. Today's my first day."
    The blood drained from my face when i realized i just told the hottie i was one of the hated. The fresh meat.
    He walked up to me and touched one of my dangling earrings.
    "Pretty," He said quietly. I felt my heart punding in its cage of ribs.
    "So," He continued, "What high school did you come from?"
    Before i could answer a the football team ran through carring a freshman in a garbage can. A few of them high fived James and went on their way.
    The bell rang and James looked at his watch.
    "Well, I have class in the 200 wing."
    I smiled. "Okay."
    "It was nice to meet you..." He trailed off as he adjusted his backpack.
    "Barb," i said shyly.
    He flashed a smile. "See you around Barb."
    He started to walk away, and then he turned.
    "If you see any fresh meat let me know alright?"
    I laughed.
    "Will do."