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students would be happy to be anything but truant, but she had learned over time that, unless she was with her group of friends it was better to avoid human contact as much as possible, since the odds of being picked on were inevitable, particularly by other girls.
    Large groups of people were hanging out on the lawn in front of the building. Every major clique was here. The poverty liners, a group of people she had once been a part of during her freshman year. She felt sorry for them, and sometimes found herself racked with apology since the day her father had since been able to buy her fashionable clothes, therefore removing her from their insolvent group.
    The Snobs were also out and about, giving angry looks to anyone nearing them who happened to not live up to their standards in any way. The Snobs were also sometimes called The Whisperers because of their tendency to lean in and say things into one another’s ears whenever a person different from them walked into their premises.
    The steroid users were congregating together, most likely discussing which brand of muscle milk energy drinks they had consumed that morning to prepare for weight lifting, even though actual body building would not begin in any of the PE classes until a week was out and all of the Freshman had been trained to safely use the equipment.
    The Loners could never be seen. The smart ones hid in obscure areas on campuses, whether it be behind faculty administration compounds or in the library, the one open space where at least blatant violence was not as probable. Rose identified more with the loners, even though she rarely had to hide in any place, except her studies.
    Rose was not the least popular person, far from it. Most liked her, but the tormentors that had it out for her never cut her any breaks.
    Such as the Cheerleaders. They were an offspring of the Snobs and Whisperers, or at least distant cousins. There were three whom she loathed, and each of them were together on the wide lawn in front of the campus.
    Gina Radcliff was standing near the school’s maple tree beside the cafeteria, the sun‘s beams filtering through the branches and lighting spots of land at the trio’s feet. She carried her pompoms on the outside of her backpack at all times, so as to let it be known which social class she was a part of. Gina was obsessed with popularity, makeup, money, the top forty hits on music charts, and boys, but not just any type of boy. The only guys she would even give the time of day to were those who were wealthy.
    It was as if she could copulate no more than with ones as rude as her. Rose tried to think of vicious insects that could only perform coitus with other disgusting bugs.
    Then there were Gina’s cronies. Emma Banks was the first, a slender brunette who said she had plans of one day being famous. She never specified what her chosen occupation would be, unlike some girls who claimed to yearn for the spotlight in Hollywood. She said that her goal was to be famous, feeling that was enough to describe her future career plans.
    Jessica Faulkner was the third person in their elite assemblage. Tall and covered in makeup, any ounce of attraction guys may have had for her was shut down after conversing with her. Her rapid-fire use of cuss words and vulgar slogans could make an illiterate life long wrestler’s vocabulary seem eloquent in comparison.
    The three were looking at Rose as she approached the front hall. She put up her guard when noticing them approaching her. At first she considered going inside to run away, but then decided that she was ready now for confrontation as ever. Splitting from the scene would have been a sign of weakness, and that was something she could not risk. If something so obvious were shown, their attacks in the coming semesters would be unmerciful.
    “ You’re wearing all black,” Jessica said with a snort.
    “ You expect me to believe that’s an insult?” Rose asked.
    “ Trent Reznor is so over,”