Highschool Cliches Novels & Stories

For years, I've gone through all the high school movies and I could find to prepare myself for what I was told is going to be the best years of my life. Where I get to choose my clique, where I get to find my people. And either fit in, or stand out. I didn't know who I wanted to be. I adored the popular mean girls in movies, and novels for their great sense in fashion. I'm a sucker for someone who dresses nice. It gives me new fresh idea on what to do with myself. I told myself, maybe I could be them but without cutting off my childhood best friend, dating a jock, and being a capital B.

I made out with the second hottest bachelor at Standford Highschool. Our high school is like a shark tank. A shark tank full of minnows. I hate being a struggling minnow in that tank. I am Nemo. My gimpy fin will show any time it wishes. Like him, I always struggled to swim. At least Nemo is brave.

JAVIER SIX YEARS AGO It was officially the last day of school as a junior. After the summer break, I'll be a senior and right after college. I'm not really looking forward to that. College sounds like stress, more responsibilities, more annoying teachers and more school work. I groaned in annoyance as I walked through the crowded hallway to my locker. Most people were in a rush, trying to get out of school as soon as they could, as if the school administration would change their minds about letting us go early for the summer break. Others were clustered in groups giggling or catching up as if they had all the time in the world. Some people were looking for their friends, others were just loi

It seemed that no matter where she went, the same breed of entitled bitches lurked in the halls of every damn high school. Zea can't help but remember her past school life... "That brat's got some nerve. Thinks she's the damn queen of the school." "Always showing off with her perfect grades. They worship her like she's some kind of goddess." "Friends? Ha! Good luck with that. All she cares about is burying her face in books and reciting like a damn robot." "That chick? Don't waste your time. She won't let you copy a single damn thing. That bitch thinks she's better than everyone."

~Marina's Pov~ This isn't a cliche highschool story, where the quirky clumsy nerdy girl slips over a banana peel while running through the cafeteria and into the arms of her dream guy; a bad boy who plays basketball or is the quarter back of the school's football team, who happens to be a very decorated player, likes blondes, loves his mom, hates his dad, has a junior sister, drives a nice car and all of that shit you see in movies these days... nahh.

But can she? As she walked through the hallway, her mind flashed back to when she had her first crush. It was during her sophomore year and it was on one of her seniors in 12th grade who was a typical bad boy. It was a secret between Joy and her. Since she has gotten over her feelings for the senior before he graduated, she has promised not to develop feelings for any bad boy. The second one occurred yet again after moving to 11th grade yet on the school popular bad boy. Now, the 3rd one was on Zack who she detest ever having feelings for, because she feels he plays a mind game.

What comes to mind first when you think of high school life? The gorgeous cheerleaders, the arrogant jocks, the class-skipping idols, the Shakespeare aficionados, the vegans? Or is it the incessant buzzing of the alarm clock, the uncomfortable desks and chairs, the dreadful cafeteria lunches, the looming finals and exams, the lost mechanical pencils, the unrequited crushes and heartbreaks, the constantly energetic group projects? "Hey, watch where you're going!" a girl, whose outfit screamed Regina George from Mean Girls, snapped at me, her voice dripping with disdain. "This is limited edition."

But they just sighed with no energy to even say anything. “Rude but not so... Rude” Priya mumbled. “Badboy but not so... Badboy” Akhila mumbled. “Player but not so... Player” Ritika mumbled. “Jerk but not so... Jerk” Kritika mumbled. "Why do we all have such an amazing selection in the boys?" Asked both the twins at a time looking at their elder sisters. "We will definitely note the sarcasm." added the middle sister for them.

I say before hanging up. My life in the past 48 hours has been nothing but a series of clichés. Graduation, drunken mistakes, my best friend accidentally getting a girl pregnant, and now my little sister starting her period and being hesitant to talk to Mom about it. My life seems filled with clichés. Except for the fact that I was pushed into a marriage I didn't initially want. But I don't mind that anymore. I'm the stereotypical tough girl who falls for the "bad boy," even though he claims and believes he's a bad boy when he's just Mark. My Mark will return on July 18, 2019.

She exclaimed. I looked around but what got me smiling was the buzz of young people, every one with their cliques —I apologize for the misunderstanding! Here are some common social classes or groups found in college, based on stereotypes and popular culture: the geeks, jocks, preps, hipsters, burnouts, overachievers, slackers, goths, greeks, and outcasts who preferred to be by themselves. It was rendezvous of all kinds of humanity. I looked at Olivia, in high school she would have been considered a geek, but now she seemed more like an overachiever, but I liked her anyway.