Learning to Unlearn

B: Bundle of Nerves

Seeing as I pretended to be an extroverted slut for the last year of my life I struggled to figure out which personality I was going to wear at my Anderson Academy orientation. I wasn't nervous to meet new people, I was nervous for new people to meet me. I finally decided that my personality of the day would be sweet and kind with my quite literally million-dollar smile that no one could resist. If I wanted to be in charge at this school I needed people to like me. The moment I stepped onto campus I could just tell that my years at the Academy would not be the easiest, but I always liked a challenge, It was so unnatural seeing people from all different walks of society being civilized towards each other. The mere sight of one girl in her designer leather shoes and backpack actually speaking to another girl whose shoes and backpack looked like they'd been worn by a hundred different people before her, threw my whole facade out of place I couldn't help but scowl at the two. 

Aside from the inter socializing of the upper class with the middle and lower, the fact that Anderson Academy contained no boys and was seen as the best all-girl school in the country slightly perturbed me as it was easier to control men than women. I decided though that I would just adapt to my environment and use the weaker girls to my advantage. Enter Reece Vander an annoyingly extroverted petite girl who was a year too young and a couple of million dollars outside of my tax bracket, in any normal circumstance I wouldn't give her a second look but her insecurity about her age and lack of endowments made her the perfect person to control. She was my first friend, well until she quickly turned on me and started a rumor that I sucked a guy's d**k in my Prep school's lost and found. Obviously, everyone believed her because I was the stuck up rich girl that everyone loved to hate even when I was being disingenuously nice. Reece got new friends and I became a social outcast. Well, not a total social outcast people would still talk to me but no one would let me be apart of their group, not for lack of trying as I tried an uncountable amount of times to penetrate Dijonay Wattson's little group of friends but the mere sound of her voice and her selfish tendencies made her an easy enemy. Even though it was quite hypocritical of seeing as though I had never had a self-sacrificing thought in my life.

Thus I spent my first year of high school as I did the majority of preparatory school Observing those around me, analyzing and picking apart their personalities and insecurities. By the end of my first year, I knew everything about everyone in my cohort.