alter-ego: nova sparkles
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cliques, labels, stereotypes- they're everywhere. there is no escaping them. st. anselm's and lannister high both conduct the social ladder system whether you like it or not. everyone has a clique, it's what defines you here, no matter how wrong you think it is. it's just the way it is. the labels you are 'given' will decide whether highschool will be you best or worst days of your life. you have to work hard in order to get to the top, and no lies, there's a lot of competition. so, will you be the prey or the predator in this little social game?
As the name suggests, these rich babies own the place. Their verdict triumphs over the rest and you respect them with an indisputable reverence. Questioning their authority not only lands you a spot at the bottom of the social ladder but also is a waste of your time and energy. It doesn't matter if they're assholes lacking brain cells or barbies with silicone on their chest. Their legacy might end after their tenure in high school, but hey, you got the cash like papa does and you needn't worry about the rest. Just a word of caution - they put Blair Waldorf to shame. If I were you, I'd figuratively kiss their feet. Or literally
if the circumstance calls for it.
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Despite the pastel hues of their Ralph Lauren sweaters and skirts, their personality shines through in every aspect. They might be more than a tad phony, overly debonair and just...mildly annoying but hey, your word doesn't matter. They scream sophistication and refinement, drinking expensive champagne from their crystal glasses along with playing golf all day long. Hey, we have no qualms against them but certainly, their preppy exuberance is capable of giving you a migraine, right? Obviously, their attitude doesn't make them royalty because really, they're too damn self-righteous for that
. No, you've got the money, you get a spot here. Don't worry, though. You're the preferred citizens in this sea of students.
Sure, their neurons are on their way to absolute degeneration and their capacity to handle an intellectual conversation isn't promising but when you've got an ass as fine
as that and the ability to throw a punch better than nobody else, no one gives a damn. Your talent is the only thing that matters and you've probably received offers from various recruiters. Football, basketball, soccer. It doesn't matter. You've earned your place in this court by being a splendid...well, whatever the hell is required for your spot and the royalty approves. Vaguely
. That sort of recognition is appreciated, surely? And hey, some of the smart ones aren't that bad. Plus, you're inevitably one of the hottest kids at camp. That gets everyone's
These freaks can be crazy
bitches. Inhibition isn't a word in their dictionary and with the capacity to make the saddest of occasions the party of the year, they supply the alcohol, the music and the fun
. Call them the more...respected version of court jesters and belly dancers, they're the kind to party all day long and not give a rat's ass about anyone or anything but living in the moment. Carpe Diem, Dead Poets Society? Yeah, think along that motto's lines. Unfortunately enough, their spontaneity can reap unwanted crop occasionally but really, who gives a shit, right? You've got a life, live your damn life. Screw rules. Drink like a fish. They end up having a blast so obviously, they know what they're talking about here.
Sexually Active Band Geeks or in less diplomatic terms, musicians with an insatiable libido, is a rather self-explanatory clique. These kids have voices that make you melt [...and more inappropriate things, but let's stick to having some class here], their fingers work like magic and they're prodigies. Their personality varies along with their family's wealth but in this clique, all that matters is your talent. Talent is of utmost importance here along with having a pretty face because hey, the ugly ones are made background singers. Who said life wasn't a cruel bitch, huh? Of course, sing about love in fancy terms and throw in some respectable guitar solos and your fanclub explodes with ravage beasts. You get the sex. You always
get the sex. I'll just beware of the fangirls more though. They tend to get...touchy.
I'd bash these bitches too, but it's rather difficult to when they're so utterly boring. They have no sterling interests and neither are they intriguing at all
. We call them Average Joes because they just fit. They fit like an ill-shaped dress but hey, at least they don't go around scratching your car doors with nauseatingly depressing odes of love, yes? They don't do anything out of the ordinary but they balance the discomfort faced by the cliques. They maintain peace in an odd way. Call them the soldiers of the realm, if you must? Then again, you don't possess anything great to be considered
anything great and that's not our problem. As long as you don't piss anyone off, you're good.
Some say these psychedelic freaks ingest copious amounts of mariguana to keep their muse pumping and if that's just an assumption, we'll leave it at that. Some would consider this lot to either be enigmatic or plain ol' loony. They stick out like a sore thumb with their unfathomable terminology and Frieda Kahlo-esque fashion but hey, they don't really care about what you think of them, right? Considering themselves to be far more intellectual than the royalty prancing about, they either don't conform to society's expectations or don't really know how to. Comprising of the drama nerds too, this group is an anomaly by itself. Then again, we've actually got some talented buggers in here who rely on their skills more than overwhelming doses of weed.
This clique consists of those abnormalities like your skater boys, scene kids, goth ladies and hipsters. They fail to realize that being a hipster has become mainstream but hey, let's allow them to rot in their blissful state of oblivion, right? These kids either don't have any talents or vent their skills out through less appreciated sub-classifications, donning themselves in black attire and raccoon eyes. You'll see them with their jute bags and newspaper boy caps, as if saving the environment is really what the hipsters aim for. They've got this indisputable "I don't give a shit" attitude and have sob stories which make our black selves cackle with amusement but hey, it's not like their anywhere near tolerable. The kings and queens highly disapprove of them but then again, it's a pain trying to dispose these buggers off. They just don't, well, care
all that much.
And you thought the Art Kids had way too much pot for their wellbeing. These druggies don't have a reason to indulge in...well, drugs. They're practically the beggars groping for their food, spending no time at all in any productive manner and just having waaaay too much of weed. Weed? Psh. We're just being politically correct here. As for their status with the richie riches, they're obviously no one great. What's commendable is their non-interference with the more...posh aspects of society, so as long as they don't cause trouble, they're good to go. Then again, someone needs to tell them what good oral hygiene is.
These weirdos. Don't we know of them all too well. With their noses deep in their physics text books and ass-long formulae at their fingertips, they're considered to be the losers. Fun isn't a word that features in their vocabulary, or at least, the socially accepted version of it either way. Humongous glasses, a scatter of pimples, flushed cheeks. God alone knows why he didn't bestow them with a decent face. Then again, a few delusional chicks find brains hot. For now though, they get slushied in the face by the dimwits. Let's see them in a few years. They'll be making the average jock's life hell at Microsoft and Apple.
There isn't much to say on them. They're practically useless fragments of society. They don't know where life's going to go for them and a life purpose? Hell, they're unsure of a day's purpose. They don't really come under any one category because either they're too damn all-rounded for the school or they just...well, don't do anything good. No one really gives a shit about them but let's just say. Being at the bottom of the food chain gets you nowhere. Girls don't go for you, guys tend to overlook you. If I were you though, I'd prefer being an outcast than standing in the spotlight. The drama will kill you.
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