Highschool Cliches Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter one: When I walk, my flashy red bottom Gucci high heels click and clack in a manner that demands the attention of everyone, both men and women; students and nerdy professors. I can’t help but chuckle at the sight of the peasants scurrying to catch a glimpse of me. It's like they've never seen a real-life princess before! Oh, the trials and tribulations of being a beacon of fabulousness in a sea of mediocrity. My leather jacket is worth more than the net worth of every single person here, combined. Nobody on this campus is immune to my mysterious charm and presence. Dare I say, those fools are secretly obsessed with me. They may tell you they hate my guts but I can bet you a thousand

High school was just a different kind of war. With him put at ease, I kissed my father's cheek and vacated the car, watching him drive off into the golden sunrise as if we were part of a cheesy film. Looking up at the steps I saw the usual scene unfold before my eyes. There were the cheerleaders gossiping on the lowest tier, the jocks checking the cheerleaders out and comparing muscles, the stoners staring off into the distance, the emos sulking in a corner, the band geeks talking about band camp and the nerds attempting to look cool as they edged their way closer to the school entrance in breathless anticipation of another academic year.

Alex is a senior, Jace starts the second year and I start the first year of my highschool. I knock on my classroom door nervously. Great, now I have to excuse myself for coming late to the teacher and on top of that, I also have to introduce myself. I never come late and I'm every definition of awkward. Socially and in general. I have no idea what to say and just end up stammering and eventually say something that shouldn't have been saying. I usually prefer to just plug in my earphones and shut out the world.

I say as I walk away. Near the end of last year, I quickly realized that if I wanted to get into a halfway decent college, I would have to get out of the shit hole called WestSide High which is essentially a breeding ground for junkies, criminals and teenage pregnancy. Straight A’s don’t look the same coming out of a place like that. I applied for the scholarship program at Chelsea High on a whim and ended up getting in.

But she just widens her eye and looks at me with disbelief. "You don't know that? The Campus Supreme?" she asks. I am sure my face is a question mark right now, so she just continues. "Every year, the school crowns a Campus Supreme. A Supreme Female and a Supreme Male. They are usually the students with the most impressive portfolio in all fields: academic, sports, social, and popularity. Why do students aim for these seats you might be asking... well free tuition, new mansion, new car, the popularity, the respect... and the opportunity for enlightenment."

D. You heard it right, we have our black card and also our fake I. D's. Abuelo gave it to us, so when we encounter some emergency we can get easy access and this was an emergency. We change our clothes and when we are done, you really can't tell that we are high school students. Yes, we are handsome indeed.

Or an alien? I know, I know. I am stupid. Like, this is so cliche. This is how most characters in a cliche movie gets killed. And I am doing it. Why? Curiousity. And I want to satisfy my curiousity. Like, what's with the sound? Yeah. You're stupid. Why do you even get A's? Stupid brain insulting me.

Though I seemed to be one of the few who actually thought so. I passed the buzzing crowds of teenagers who bunched up around lockers, sticking closely together as waves of whispers whisked between them. My highschool was really no different than any other. We had our different social groups- jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, basket cases, and the list went on. We also had our share of awful cafeteria food, moping teachers, highschool scandals and gossip. In a way, it was comforting- it being so normal. I figured that was why I enjoyed school so much, aside from the fact that I was relatively well liked and smart enough to become the top student of the school. The only thing I did struggle with, wa

Because this letter is getting kind of long now and because I'm beginning to run out of paper, I'm going to need to begin wrapping up this thing now, and also because I'm running out of time writing this thing out. Go to college, kid. Go and enjoy yourself for a few hours away from home and the people who you went to high school with. See Loius wear a trench coat to every lesson, now he's able to wear whatever he likes. Watch the rich girls all conglomerate and form their own litte bitchy cliques that has constant drama all the fucking time. Keep tabs on the YouTube guys and save all their videos. They're going to delete it all for the sake of university.

High school life was so cliché—there was always that one guy every girl drooled over. I glanced around and saw that some of them were practically drooling—literally. And for some reason, that irritated me. Something deep within me twisted with a strange possessiveness, a sudden urge to claw their eyes out for ogling him. Yup, I was definitely starting to question my sanity. This had to be the first step toward madness.