Highschool Cliches Novels & Stories

Maybe because they all were popular or belonged from the same rich background. Well some things like high school drama has not changed over the years but this wss not anything regular. No they were not cliché mean bullies who would bully the nerd and the nerd would take it all. Nothing of that sort ever happened. Yes, Kaylee hated Rosa's guts but she was totally against anyone being demoralized, mentally tormented or physically harmed. Yes they were arrogant, came off a bit harsh a lot of times and loved to stay in their own group with their loyal friends but they were not evil in any way. Sophia said "What if she tries to provoke you, she has tried to many times but you mostly do not pay at

PAST (MS. LENI'S POV) THE BUS WAS ALREADY moving, and my students were all excited to reach our destination. A happy smile appeared on my face as I stared at them. 4-16 – the most peculiar section of the senior class. Consists of different teenagers, mostly sons or daughters from wealthy clans, bullied by their classmates but have potential, outstanding pupils that doesn't seem to give their best at school, and well, the prettiest and good-looking students amongst the seniors.

"Also, in that ball, we will witness who will be the next lady of the night and man of the night. And of course, they will be the campus crush for the whole year." I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I saw how my classmates' eyes shone when they heard the words "lady of the night" and "man of the night." But really, lady and man of the night?! So cringe! Gross. And really campus crush for the whole year? What is this, high school SSG?! They're worse than them. But after all, it's so cringe! Thinking about those makes me sick and makes me not want to go there.

★★★★ CAFETERIA They settled down on a sit as they ate. So, tell me about this school, Jeanne spoke up. She opened the cover of her water a gulp down a little quantity before speaking up. You see, Suga High is full of spoilt rich brat, bullies, and different characters. We have some students that are treated specially by the teachers. Really??...... tell me about them, she chipped in. We have Samantha Sobiech, the daughter of the largest share holder of the school, she's a full time bully, everyone knows she has a crush on Micheal.

Naomi's POV The day I've been dreading is finally here. Yes, the first day of hell on earth. High school, the place everyone hates and wants to leave but misses it as soon as they leave. But there's no time to be sad because college is waiting, not to mention many part-time jobs and seniors at college frat parties, itching to take advantage of the clueless high schoolers who think sleeping with a frat boy will automatically make them popular. And let's not forget being an 18 or 19 years old virgin was a social taboo.

Here goes. "One time, when I was in highschool, all the girls in my class decided to come to the beach to hang out, and I joined in. It was a very lovely time we had-- in our cliques of course. The more popular girls to themselves, the less popular kept to themselves, same way the non-existent did. High school was messed up. Anyway, the popular girls got bored really quickly and decided to have fun with the rest of us. Guess who was first on their list? They picked me up and threw me into the sea."

I looked around, taking in the joyful melancholy, and said out loud, “It’s like everything’s trying to leave a final impression before it’s all over. Even the flyers seem brighter.” Cherrie looked at me, squinting. “It’s the end of an era,” I went on, striking a mock-solemn pose. “Messy, slightly tragic... but ours.” “There you go, all dreamy and dramatic,” my friend replied. “I swear you’re going to miss high school.” I scoffed. “No way! I mean... maybe. I don’t know. If I ever get nostalgic, I’ll crack open a can of expired energy drink and sniff my old gym uniform. Instant memory lane.”

With sluts making out from corner to corner, jocks showing off their built-in body, emo kids I barely recognized with their messy hairs and bullying drama causing books to flip everywhere, it was still the same every year. How cliché that was but I guess I was going to take advantage of these stereotypes. Just as the same routine, we were always coming in together but this time it was more precious. Why? Because this was going to be our last march--- our senior year. It was the same ritual of a certain popular group whenever school starts. It was customary to show off who truly rule this school. Nonsense, actually but it was a tradition. As soon as the students distinguished our presence, I

High School is like a completion everyone for themselves it either you win or lose. The way I see things is that you have four years to spent here, that enough time to learn people and their true colors. I divided everyone into groups you have the popular sluts, brainless jocks, the rebels, nerds, and someone like me a loner who become un-notice to anyone that what I like. Let’s face it I choose not to become close to anyone once we graduate there a one out ten chance you will never see these people again.

I mean it’s better than staying here gawking at these naive teenagers who doesn’t think twice before fucking with the first hot person they laid eyes on to boost their ego. Just look at this place. It’s packed with teens grinding against each other, rocking their hips to the beat of the music like they never want it to end. The smell of alcohol and sweat stenches the air. It’s nauseating. This is why I hate high school so much. Everyone wants to fit in somewhere they don’t truly belong. They’re afraid of being branded different than the rest because it makes them the freak. In reality, it is anything but.