Untitled Prologue
By Blankman

Highschool. A place where dreams and aspirations are born. A plethora of diverse cultures all coalesced into one fortified student body. At least that's what most people will tell you.

But I saw it more as a "jungle", where only the law of the jungle prevailed. Survival of the fitessed. A place where your position on the social hierachy, (to some extent), determined wether you'd think high school was like a 'big bowl of cherries' or a 'big bowl of s***'.

To understand what I'm saying, you'd have to know how the social pyramid was set up. First you had your nerds and goths at the bottom of the food chain. Then there were the poor souls like me who were caught in the middle. We were to cool to be considered nerdy and yet too laid back to be classified as popular.

Oh, and who could forget the kings and queens of our social hierachy?. You know, the group everybody wanted to be a part of : The popular people. A group consisting of jocks, j.e.r.k.s.(junior, educated, rich kids), wannabees and who could forget, cheerleaders.

Ah yes, cheerleaders; perky, fresh, dewy-eyed Britney Spears types and covergirl commercial beauties, with teeny-wenny skirts, ponytails and all the things that would get the typical testosterone driven male's engine going.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't hate cheerleaders, just one in particular...Eliza. Now, Eliza was your stereotypical cheerleader: blond bombshell, baby-blues and a flawless tan. She was the unofficial 'bellwether' of the beautiful people. The 'flock' followed her around wherever she went, which I found pretty amazing since her and her clique had the combined IQ of a jar of mayonnaise. It's a wonder they never got lost.

Now before you place the 'hater' label on me, I'd like to make one thing clear; that girl made my life a living h*ll.

The first time she called me miss piggy, (my freshman year), I vowed to lose weight, the second time she did it, I vowed I'd get even...