Avery Haden.

Tomorrow is the first day of high school. I have studied in Stone bridge since the second year of middle school and therefore smoothly floated my way to high school through affiliation.

My family is well to do and I even have a peaceful life at home, when my little brother isn't around that is.

I could not want anything more in life, but I do. I want to be popular at my school.

Everyday I walk past the boys in our school, they observe me like a weird specimen who came out of a lab with their mouth open as though thinking something like could not possibly exist. I mean I know I may not be the best looking person in the campus, but I personally feel they are decent enough for me to be characterised as a female of the same species.

As for the girls, whenever I walk past them they have stars in their eyes. It's as though they never even see me.

And worst of all nobody ever speaks to me.

Whenever I approach a boy he either becomes red with fury and stomps away or faints with disgust. As for the girls they approach me in groups, I always run, knowing they will use numbers to their advantage to bully me.

Things weren't always like this. As a child I used to have many friends, but as we got older all of my peers would speak phrase like, ' You look beautiful' or ' You are so smart', trying to make me feel better about myself.

The only friend I have had since my childhood days is my friend Trina Dustiness, or as I call her 'Dusty', much to her protest.

She never tries to make me feel better about and even tries to convince me that everyone adores me. I mean I know I may not be the brightest of the bunch, but even I won't be be fooled by such an exaggerated lie.

Even though all this happens to me, I still wear a smile everyday to not let other people know I am so weak willed and so far no one has seen thorough, not even Trina.

I have endured this pitiful life of mine for far too long now, enough is enough. It is time I. Are this facade of mine a reality. I have decided that I will become popular among my peers by the end of my high school days.

I will not rush this process though, I will proceed one step at a time. I already have one friend in the female gender, tomorrow I will make a male friend on my first day of high school.

Tomorrow I will befriend the most appealing and the class. I will do this because once a great person said 'Aim for the stars, and you will reach the sky'.

Using my boyfriend's popularity I too will be able soar the ranks of status. Don't worry it only sounds bad, it really isn't though, I think.

With all my plans for tomorrow decided I climb down my bed and stealthily approach my parents room.

Why you ask?

Well it's because I need to find out who is the best looking boy and check if my hobbies match with his. If not I will just have to modify mine. I can't mess up high school life too.

Conveniently my mother is the the principal of the school I study in, and therefore has the data of all the students on her laptop.

I tiptoed past my slumbering parents to the laptop.

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After about fifteen minutes of skimming through the data I reach the end of the list.

Most of the student of our school come from influential backgrounds, but I don't really care for that since my father is influential enough. This endeavour was a little disappointing.

The last student. in our class however has a tag next to his name labelled 'Scholarship'.

Wait! Isn't this tag placed to people who are able to enter the institution through sheer wits.

I really admire and look up to individuals with such incredible intellectual prowess.

His looks were not exactly ravishing, but he was handsome.

Our school is not an institution which respects the privacy of our students. In order to make sure the personal interests of the student do not collide with the ethics of society, law and the guidelines of our school, our school sends people to stalk the potential students fifteen days before the start of the term. Using this method we ascertain whether they are fit for our school or not.

Under his name were two forms. The first one was the one which he wrote himself and the second one which the school filled after the stalking.