I couldn't help but to zone out in class. I thought about all the groups and cliques.

There were the "jock boys". The ones who did a ton of sports and usually used that as an excuse for not turning in homework and they get away with it. I wouldn't say they're dreamy. They're average looking, sure.

Yet somehow all the girls end up falling for them. Maybe there's something special I don't see?

Then there are well, the basics. They're usually all blonde, mostly smart. Always perfect looking. It seems like they could pull any outfit off. They complain about getting 98%s on tests instead of 100%s. They feel bad about not brushing their hair when it obviously looks like they spent at least 10 minutes on it. In reality I have to admit even I wished that for even a day I could be like them. With perfect smiles and perfect families. But you never know what happens in those walls.

Then there are the mutual. They aren't exactly popular yet they still manage to mingle with most people. Now I don't know much about them except for the fact that they can be really quiet but usually not.

And then there are those who are forgotten. The outcasts. The ones who are picked last for group projects. The ones who are most likely self concious and afraid of what others think of them, yet wish they knew what went on in others heads when they passed by. I feel like this is where I belong. The ones who look at all the other groups and cliques and wish that maybe someday they'd be like them. Though I am happy with my friends. They are there when I need them and we share great interests. Though I am curious to see what it would be like if I weren't me.

Would I befriend the teachers more often and get higher grades?

Would I wear designer clothes and always complain?

Would I have a family who cheers me on at every sport?

Or would I see what being them was really like?

Everyone has broken pieces but some are harder to see.