Highschool Cliches Mga Nobela at Kwento

I giggled "Whatever let's go eat" Finally, we entered the cafeteria of clichés you typically see in movies. You can see the several cliques at each table. When you enter and you look to the left in the far corner you have the nerds and there is no discrimination towards them. People behave as though intelligence is a disease.

High school was the place where adolescence was at its peak, so for them doing these stupid stuffs were common. An Zihao too remembered this, the students back then was more interested in dating than studies; so, they used to enthusiastically part take in these kinds of stuffs. They held three polls- first, the dream guy of every girl, second, the man who girls want to take to bed, and third, the most popular hunk in school. An Zihao was popular back then but he stood in the second place in every aspect. But he was not a least bit angry because the guy who stood first in every poll was really something, and he personally admitted it.

Maybe, I should give her movie tickets and ask her out! 'Dude! I get it that she asked for cliché, but did she also ask for zero creativity? Chocolates, flowers, movie tickets... Really? Who gave you the title of youngest but wealthiest man in the country, huh? You seem to have very little brain. Try something new!' A tiny voice in my head mocked me and I squeezed my eyes in embarrassment. That's right. Being cliché doesn't mean it has to be basic. I need to think... Think out of the box!

The head of the class, who is also as stupid as Adrian, but more civilized, said, "Don't be lazy. You wil not move to the next level of class." The sentence suddenly pierced Adrian's heart until the man straightened his seat. Adrian's head remembers the memories of junior high school, the time when Adrian was just an ordinary Adrian, who was called an elephant, a mud pig, and a bison breed. Three years there was like hell. Complete with two-three-four-and thousand horned demons. Adrian almost gave up. Now it feels like everything is repeating itself even though he has thrown away throw himself in the past. "But who cares about grades, anyway?" The Class Leader patted his friend's shoulder, w

I haven't made many friends yet, Kelsey and I are trying to focus first, not blend in immediately. In the next ten minutes, I am about to regret my decision of choosing this place to study. I started to hear noises coming from the students. I looked around and saw a group of girls jumping around. This is not high school! Don't tell me these things still happen even after high school. The part where the most handsome guys in the school pass by and all the stupid girls start cheering for them, then makes them feel like some sort of celebrity. Yes, I guess it's still happening.

A deep frown creased my face at the thought, my brow furrowing in concern. Yeah, I hated school – not the learning part, though. I was an A student, always eager to devour new knowledge. High school was more about social hierarchies, a world where cliques and gossip reigned supreme. The moment you stepped into those four walls, you were branded: Nerds, Jerks, Bullies, Weirdos, Social Freaks, or the worst, Social Setters – the elite group who thought themselves superior.

"Yes." "What you and my brother have is amazing." "Hmm?" "I mean... Your love story is so cliché. Your first love was the person who was destined to be yours." She paused, "Kids, like me, usually fall in love with another person, specifically the famous and handsome guy in the whole school. Their personality isn't even in our option." True that.

"I hate how everything always turns complicated just as things are starting to get better. It's driving me crazy." "There's only a few weeks left until school ends. I hate to say it, but I'm kind of sad it's going to be over," I admitted, "for the past three years, all I wanted was to finish highschool quickly so I could go to college. Now that it's actually going to end, it's ironic that I don't want it to."

The cacophony of chattering teens and wafting pretzels assaulted my senses as I veered towards the food court. "Ohmigod, did you see Miles' new movie? He's such a dreamboat!" The high-pitched squeal made me wince as a gaggle of giggly girls brushed past in a cloud of sickly-sweet perfume. I shot them an annoyed glare, but they paid me no mind, too engrossed in their vapid celebrity worship. "I know, right?" Another voice tittered in agreement. "That man is absolute perfection. Although, I never understood what he saw in that Megan chick – she's built like a dude."

Just a stupid high school boy. ~ The rest of the inaugural day drags by in a hazy, punishing blur. It's a relentless montage of bored teachers introducing themselves with forced cheer, the embarrassing shuffle for hall passes, a cafeteria that smells distinctively of disappointment and burnt pizza, and enough continuous, low-level whispering to make me feel like a taxidermied exhibit in a very sad museum.