If High School Mattered, Just trying this out,<OPEN>

Evie walked through the halls she had walked so many times before. The metal lockers, colored by year, stood on either side of her. Blue was for freshies, red for sophmores, green for Jrs, and a memorable pukish brown for seniors. She sighed, millions of other New York teens gathered and talked around her. She made it to her own puke-brown locker. Without even thinking, she flicked the lock in the way she had all year. The three number code she had forgotten in the first month. She lifted the latch-stuck! A quick and aimed kick to the metal door sent it flying open.

She threw her books inside and slamed the door shut. Brushing some of her thick black curls out of her face, she turned and started to the cafeteria. Many of the guys stared, it was not normal for a cheerleader like her to roam the halls alone, but Casey was sick, and Jessie and Krys were too busy with setting up the prom. Both of them were on the dance commitee, and she did nothing else but cheerleading. She hoped that someone would ask her to the prom. It was only a month away, and no one had shown any interest in her. She blinked back tears and picked up a tray. Getting in line, she tryed not think about the prom, but instead about what she would get for lunch.

Lunch time. The worst time for a blonde-haired, glasses wearing nerd like Elizabeth Bruso. You always had the worry that someone would start throwing food at you or come over to your table and push your head into your tray. These things happened often to Elizabeth... atleast once a week.

She picked up a tray, sighing and pushing her glasses up her nose. Her blond hair was pulled into a ponytail and her blue eyes flickered as she saw disgusting food of the day placed on her tray. Yea, she may be a nerd, but she thought the same thing about the food as everyone else at this New York City high school.

She paid for her meal and turned, her head down, although she was heading towards the table she sat at everyday. She heard the laughs as the popular people stared at her strange clothing and glasses. People in other countries valued people with blonde hair and blue eyes. Why wasn't this one of them?

Elizabeth couldn't think of an answer to that question as she felt herself bump into someone. She lifted her head and saw who she had bumped into Evie... the head of the cheerleading squad. She panicked.

"Sorry," She mumbled, heading to her table quickly.

Evie opened her mouth, the usual insult about to come out o her mouth, but suddenly she realized she was alne. She didn't have to impress any one of her 'friends' so instead she though of something nice to say.

Shifting her purse, which happened to be pink, matching the cell phone thast was hidden deep within it, she said, "It's alright, you know... It was really my fault, I wasn't looking, and a cheerleader should always pay attention to what happens around her."

Sighing as she heard herself say this, she realized that it really hadn't come out all that nice, actually, it sounded kind of snobbish, but what could she say, she hadn't actually been nice to anyne since the sixth grade, back when everyone was friends with everyone.

"It's alright, you know... It was really my fault, I wasn't looking, and a cheerleader should always pay attention to what happens around her."

Elizabeth raised her eyebrow, looking up at Evie as she said "It's alright". Why was she all of the sudden being so nice? This girl had never been one of the nicer people. She had always been the snob cheerleading beotch. Why should it be any different.

Suddenly Liz realized how it was different. Evie wasn't with her friends at the moment. She was always around her friends when she was being mean to people like Elizabeth. Was she just trying to impress her friends?

As soon as Evie said the words "A cheerleader should always pay attention" though, Liz knew that Evie being actually nice was too good to be true... she was too snobby to actually be nice.

Liz nodded, trying to pass Evie, "Yea," She said, then heading towards the table in the corner where she would probably sit all alone once again.

Evie hesitated, she she go after the kid. She realised she didn't even know the girls name, but she looked so familiar. Thinking quickly, Evie knew that she would be most lonely surrounded by a whole bunch of hormonal varsity footballers. It was just an act really, her whole life was an act, nothing in it was true, solid. Another reason she didn't want to go to her normal table was that he ex was over there. How could he have dumped her, and this close to prom? Disgused, she took one look at the table where she had sat for the mojority of the last four years, and disided it was time to do something different.

Quickly, she again caught up with the girl.

"I know that didn't sound very nice back there, but I'm not very practiced as to how to be nice... and I just wanted to.... well, you know.... apologize." She said this quickly, pausing only shortly to think of what to say.