Ficlets

I was so excited. It was a new school year, a new chance to make friends. Maybe here I would actually fit in.
Maybe.

I walked through the glass doors. There were girls squealing and giggling. Boys playfully punching each other, and teachers yelling at the skateboarders. It was exactly what I had exxpected.
Until I met the Populars.

They all wore designer clothes and teased the girls who wore h&m. They hugged each other and flirted with the boys. But when they saw me, they stopped.