Loser Like Me

Don't worry, this isn't going to be one of those stupid clichés where The nerd(me)
gets a whole new make over and everyone loves me, no. This is just a story about how a dumb nerd(me), didn't get the hint that the school bad boy wanted to go out with me.

My name is Milly Olivia Palmer, otherwise known as MOP to the whole student body, and this is the story about how the bad boy liked the loser, not vise versa. Here's my not-so-cliché love story.

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1. Prologue

Somehow, don't ask how I don't know, they were able to get 'We Are The Champions' to play over the speakers, projecting around the whole school. Probably bribed the secretary, she was easy. The entire Junior Class was singing along, hoisting me up onto their shoulders. I look down to see a jock, smirking up at me. I turn my body to see even the nerds at the back, trailing behind. I look to the front, where all the cheerleaders were. They walked outside, me still on their shoulders, walking around the school, the buff jocks making sure not to drop me, until reaching their location. They finally throw me... into the dumpsters. Not what you we expecting,eh? 

The head cheerleader, or as I call her, the head bitch, Tiffany, comes to the front right in front of the dumpster, and sings, "No time for losers," she points to me. "Cause we are the champions," she spreads he arms out wide, throwing her head back as the whole class cheers. 

She turns on her heels and struts back inside, everyone following, not one helping. I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose, sighing and falling back, the black trash bags squishing underneath me.

Don't worry, this isn't going to be one of those stupid clichés where The nerd(me) 
gets a whole new make over and everyone loves me, no. This is just a story about how a dumb nerd(me), didn't get the hint that the school bad boy wanted to go out with me. 

My name is Milly Olivia Palmer, otherwise known as MOP to the whole student body, and this is the story about how the bad boy liked the loser, not vise versa. Here's my not-so-cliché love story.

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