On The Outskirts Of The Gang

Rosa is a pretty, self-conscious girl who wants to be cool. She's a bit afraid of Jessica, the most popular person in the entire year. As she clings on at the edge of Jessica's gang, she notices things that slowly make her realise that there is something odd going on...


4. Friday 26th September

Don't you just love Fridays? Tiredness is overridden by the lift of thinking that the weekend is tomorrow, that you only have to get through one more day. As an added bonus, today I had the excitement of how close my shopping trip was with the gang.

This in mind, I used entering my classroom as a chance to practise gliding. I think it must have worked, because Betty 'Mouse' was gawping at me, mouth hanging open. I couldn't resist giving a little surreptitious smirk, but this was quickly covered up as I continued over to an empty seat and sat down. Persistence, I guess, was paying off.

The day passed by slowly. Teachers seemed distracted, and gave us long lectures that were totally unrelated to our topics. I've never really thought about how hard their job must be. Secondary school kids can be very chatty and unruly. Poor teachers. What made them choose such a chore? I wonder whether it was something that happened when they were young. Ooh, picturing your teachers as children feels weird!

Well anyway, at the end of school I was walking pretty fast - not forgetting to check that my hair was swinging in a nice way. I was at the end of the street already when I heard Betty 'Mouse' yell:

"Rosa, come back! I have something I want to tell you!" I kept walking. She'd have to find someone else to confide her petty remarks in; I wasn't talking to her!

When I got home, my mum put her hand across the path to the stairs.

"Don't go up to your room just yet. I want to talk to you."

"Fine" I only just held back a sigh. I'd wanted to go and text the gang about plans for Saturday. I followed Mum into the dining room and sat down at the table. "What is it?"

"Who do you hang around with at school now? You don't mention anyone anymore."

"Various people." I tried to keep my answers vague because my mum probably wouldn't get the gang like I do. They only attack to keep their status and they're all fun and witty.

"What about Betty? You used to be really good friends with her." Mum was so stupid! Don't worry, that was aaaaaaages ago. I didn't understand what was important back then.

"Mum, I'm growing up. People change!" I got up and sashayed off to my room. I heard mum faintly say

"Growing up too fast. I hope she doesn't forget who she is" Honestly, parents are too nosy! They should keep out of our lives. Why does it matter who I'm friends with? And this is who I am!

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