I woke up, in my bed, as usual. It was going to be any normal, boring day at school. I walked over to the other side of my room to my chair, to wake up the sleeping Jack. He always slept on that chair, so it became sort of like his bed. "Jaaack.." I whispered. No response, he just continued to sleep peacefully. "Jack?" I cried, a little louder. No response, again. "JACK!" I screamed. This time, a response. Jack let out a shriek, standing up, flailing his arms, and immediately falling down on his face on my carpeted floor. I started laughing uncontrollably because of this dramatic reaction. "Oh my god, that was the best thing ever!" I cried in between laughter. Jack looked up at me, his hair messed up, but thankfully, he wasn't bleeding or hurt anywhere. "Celia!" He whined. "Why would you do that? You're so mean!" He cried, hopefully jokingly.

I laughed, sticking my hand out to help him up from the floor. "Stop your whining and get up, pretty boy." I joked. Jack smirked, taking my hand and getting up. He looked me in the eyes, fixing his hair a little. "You think I'm pretty?" He smiled. I groaned. "Shut up, Jack, you know I was joking." Jack laughed, pretending to be hurt. "Aww, I'm so hurt." He put his hand over his heart. I laughed at him and started pushing through him towards the bathroom. "Alright, enough already. Let me go get ready. And when I'm done, it'll be your turn." I told him, pointing my finger at him. I walked out of my bedroom, to the bathroom to go and get ready. Jack sighed, standing in my doorway. "You better hurry up, I get lonely fast!" He cried. I stuck my tongue out at him before shutting the door.

After I finished getting ready, I started to head downstairs. "Morning, mom, I have to run!" I cried, running down the stairs to get the lunch I had made the night before. Didn't want to be late for school! My teachers would chew me out. "Of course, honey, but please eat something." My mom begged. She looked at me. "You've been skipping out on your meals lately, is everything okay?" I sighed. "Mom, you don't have to worry about me, I'm fine. Sometimes I merely forget to eat. I've just been busy lately with my books and schoolwork." I thought for a moment and felt my stomach. "But I am kind of hungry.." I grabbed an apple from the kitchen table. My mom sighed. "Alright, fine, but you better eat that apple on the way." Her eyes narrowed as she pointed the wooden spoon she had been stirring oatmeal with at me. I chuckled and nodded. "Okay." I turned around, put my lunch in my bag, and got ready to head out the door.

"Come on, Jack." I whispered, wanting Jack to hurry up and also not wanting my mom to hear. If I had to explain Jack to her, she'd think I'm crazy or something and I just don't want to deal with anything like that. "Who are you talking to?" I heard mom say from the kitchen. Shoot, she heard anyways. Man, she must have ears like a moth, which by the way is the animal with the best hearing in the world. I looked back at her, my eyes a bit wide. "No one, sorry! Bye!" I yelled, running out the door. Jack smiled at me as I closed the door. "No one, huh?" He smirked. I looked back up at him and punched his arm. "You're no one to her, and I've got to keep it that way. It'd be weird if she found out her high school daughter still had an imaginary friend." Jack shrugged. "I don't know, I think she'd like me." I laughed. "You're awfully full of yourself."

Until we reached the school, I walked with Jack and we just talked about things. We talked about the things going on in our lives, we talked about schoolwork, about the world conditions, and we also talked about why he had to be born imaginary and not real. I had no idea how the imaginary world worked and neither did Jack it seems. Sometimes we just like to wonder "why" about things. After our insightful conversation about the imaginary people ended, we realized we were at my school - the place I hated the most. Not because of the homework, but because of the people. Man, I wish I could be home-schooled like some lucky people. I looked back at Jack, realizing now we would have to break apart and say goodbye. This was the hardest part of my day. That and the incessant bullying and mocking at school. "Well, this is my stop." I sighed, looking up at him. I met with his gorgeous, cobalt eyes. They were absolutely beautiful, no wonder that's the first thing I noticed about him when we first met. 

We just sort of stared at each other for a while, knowing that neither of us wanted to say bye and leave. It was a bit awkward and I could imagine how strange it looked for the people that couldn't even see Jack standing right in front of me. Jack looked down at me, his eyes almost sparkling, and his dark, raven-colored hair falling in front of his face a bit. Jack pushed his hair back, because it seemed like it bothered him, and looked back at me. "See you when you get home, red-head." He smirked and ruffled my hair. He turned on his heel and started to walk away. I waved at him until he was almost out of my sight. "Bye, Jack!" I called out. I saw him stop as he waved back and quickly disappeared into the streets. I smiled as I saw him make a safe exit, until I got hit in the face by someone's pink, sparkly backpack.

I knew exactly who the owner of that backpack was. Quinn Holton. "Watch out! It's Pee-lia! Hey, Pee-lia, who are you talking to? Probably the air, because that's your only friend!" Quinn teased, her blond hair falling onto her chest as her two little pea-brained friends and boyfriend followed behind her, laughing up a storm. Those girls drive me absolutely insane. They make fun of me and mock me every day, and it's getting really old. Also, trust me, this is definitely not the worst thing they had ever done. I guess this whole ordeal with Quinn and her cronies started when I first started highschool. 

When I first started going to this school, I immediately started writing for the school newspaper in my column, "School News." Ever since I started writing for them, newspaper sales skyrocketed and my column was the most popular. One student per year gets a scholarship to the college of their choice, and that student is chosen on behavior, grades, and intelligence level. Quinn was in the lead for the scholarship and set her mind on going to the most prestigious college in our region - Brownstein. However, I had my mind set on the exact same college. With my good writing, amazing grades, and positive behavior, they gave me the scholarship not even a week after I started school. 

Ever since that day, Quinn's hated my guts and really had it out for me, and so her teasing and mocking was incessant and harsh. I flashed a big fake smile and looked right at Quinn. "Good morning to you too." I greeted, sarcastically. As expected, she ignored me and walked into school, as did I.

Aside from that whole college dilemma, Quinn is just a mean person. I know every school movie has that one stereotypical mean girl who thinks that everyone is trash beneath her and yet everybody still liked her and envied her and wanted to be her. I would like to say that wasn't at all what it was like at my school, but it was. Put a camera in the halls and you can make yourself a movie. Quinn Holton, the token mean girl, is a spoiled brat who is rich because her mother and father are both psychiatrists. She treats everybody like they are way beneath her and she makes them feel absolutely worthless. Despite her callous actions, she is the queen of the school and is adored by everyone, especially her little clones Elle Stanza and Cindy Ozka, or her idiot boyfriend, Josh Lukes. These four were the people everyone admired and wanted to be like.

That is, except for me. I was just my own person, and I was fine with that. I would rather eat the mystery meatloaf in the cafeteria than be liked because I was a shallow twit. And yes, the cafeteria food is as gross as in the movies. These stereotypes had to start somewhere, and they probably started at my school. Back on the topic of me being popular, I totally was fine with not being liked or appreciated by these people. These followers of men don't matter to me. The only person that matters to me really is Jack, who appreciates me and likes me for who I am. I know that by constantly praising him on his personality and looks, it sounds like I'm in love with him or something. To be honest, I don't really know where I stand with him. I'm his best friend and I don't know if I want to be something more. A small part of me sort of does, but I can't make an informed decision about my feelings towards him just yet. Besides, he probably doesn't like me.

But what I really admire about Jack is that he doesn't change me. He lets me be me and lets me have my own interests, even if they're sort of embarrassing. Here's one secret I'll let you in on. I'm going to graduate from high school soon and I still like American Girl Dolls. And Jack knows that, but he doesn't care! He just lets me by myself, unlike most of the people in my school. For some reason, society, and especially the teenage part of society, likes to change you. They like to make you feel worthless and stupid about things you generally enjoy and want you to go on wearing this facade for your whole life. They like to change who you are as a person, what your interests are, your hobbies, your talents, your friends, and they even like to meddle in your love life. That's why I don't consider myself a part of society. Before you get the image of me sitting in the corner of my room, writing things on some emo website like "No one will love me, #notapartofsociety." Yeah, no, that's not me either. 

I'm just someone who isn't popular at school, and I'm okay with it. That's all. I don't strive to be liked by everyone or to even have shred of popularity with my school, and it's not ruining my life. Rather, it's making me more independent and more determined to do things my way. I don't want to paint the picture of me being really arrogant and self-righteous, I'm just independent and work hard for what I want in life. How did I get into this little tangent? Whatever, I just need to survive this school day and get it over with so I can go home, work on homework, and hang out with my best friend. I just need to casually walk to my classes, looking inconspicuous so that no one notices me and even has a sliver of a chance to make fun of me. I normally just walk away from it, but even so it's always tiring. 

I walked up to my locker and opened up my door to see a letter that was shoved in there. Not really a letter, it was a note that was ripped off from a spiral notebook. I unfolded it and read it to see the handwriting of Quinn Holton. The message, which I read in her voice in my head, said, "Freak!" Wow, I am so hurt by this incredibly thought-out and well-written insult. I sighed and crumbled the note in my hand, looking around to see a trash bin a couple feet away from me. I threw it in and looked around to see Quinn and her cronies just standing idly by, snickering at me. I mocked their laugh and shut my locker door and started to walked to my first class. Before walking away from them, I turned to Quinn and the others. "Make fun of me all you want, it's not going to make a difference to me. I'm not going to care enough to remember all your jabs and insults. I have actually important things weighing on my mind." I walk off like I always do and go to my first class. Hey, at least the teachers aren't mean to me! Well, most of them.