Sealed the Deal

I'm anxiously awaiting the day that I formally become a high school student. The first day of school when I walk through the doors, and am immediately self-conscious and intimidated by the new crowd of the same people. The same type of people, more specifically. The type that walk around acting as though kissing the most guys will get them somewhere in life. The type that act dumb to get attention. The kind that act like they're the newest trend, even though they've never sipped an ounce of originality in their lifespan. You're not a rebel, you're fucking psychotic. I'm scared to see my friends turn into people I don't want to know. I'm scared for myself to turn into someone I don't want to be. But mostly, I'm scared that everything will be the same. The same group of lethal bitches waltzing around and serenading people in false compliments. The same boys snatching my heart in their dream catchers only to declare it a nightmare. The same girls gossiping, lying, hurting without even a second thought. I'm scared for this. And I'm sorry if I sound like a stuck up teenage girl, but I am a slight variation of a stuck up teenage girl. At least I've found a vaccine for their virus. At least I'm just a little immune. I'm also scared for them: they've sold their souls for a lifetime supply of Facebook likes and Abercrombie cardigans.