As my senior year of high school finally arrives, I find myself eagerly anticipating the next chapter of my life. In just a few short months, I will be on my way to college, leaving this place behind.

I've come a far way at Williams field high school without much recognition what so ever. I like to class myself as a very smart girl when it comes to my studies but I prefer to cover it up.

In truth, I consider myself a very intelligent student when it comes to my studies, but I prefer to keep this part of myself hidden.

I have always been cautious about drawing too much attention to myself, as the environment at my school is challenging and competitive. Surviving here requires a certain degree of toughness, and I have found that it is best to blend in rather than stand out.

I was of average height with long black hair, smooth tan skin, and bright hazel eyes, which I typically hid behind sweatshirts and big, nerdy eyeglasses to avoid unwanted attention. However, it seemed that attention was something I didn't quite need since any interest I received from guys would lead to them scurrying off the other day mysteriously as if I had rabies or something.

Despite hating the feeling of rejection, I knew that blending in was necessary for the greater good.

Williams Field High School had a rigid social hierarchy with two distinct classes of students, like a food chain with a clear ranking system. The "good" students were at the top, and the "bad" were at the bottom, leaving no room for anything in between. Surviving here meant finding a way to fit in, to remain unnoticed, and to avoid attracting attention at all costs.

The first at the top of the ranks would consist of the popular students such as the deranged cheerleaders, snobby rich students, the football team, and the gorgeous Greek gods which I call the bad boys.

The second group consisted of nerds, crazy, the freaks, the outcasts, and the average students who are desperate to be seen by the popular students and be favored upon.

Then there is me Annabella walker. I try my best not to fit in with both crowds although you could say my appearance would go with the lower class but that wasn't the case because my parents have money which would put me at the top of the ranks but not everyone knew that and some did which led them to be a bit confused about my status.

But that just led them to ignore my presence which I was completely glad about.

The social dynamics of the school were unforgiving. Popularity came with a mountain of attention and expectations, while the lower ranks were treated like peasants, given mountains of homework and walked all over.

The intellectual ones, the nerds, were under even more pressure. They were expected to complete up to twenty homework assignments daily for the popular kids, and the consequences for not completing them were severe.

As one of the nerds or "know-it-alls," I had spent years struggling to survive and avoid bullying by the popular kids. This meant that I had to settle for average grades and keep a low profile, constantly walking on eggshells to avoid drawing attention to myself. The social divide was clear, and it seemed like there was no way out of this merciless hierarchy unless graduating.

But not this year and I'll be damned if I lowered my grades for a bunch of pessimists. I wanted to go out with a bang. I was determined to do my best and make my parents proud, this year was my year to shine!

I wanted to get into a great college and not just because of my parent's money.

I had been walking to my locker so I could get to the first period as I'd received my time table I then felt a hand swiftly snake around my shoulder.

"Hey baby, sup," my best friend Steffon said, leaning up against the locker next to mine in an attempt to appear cool.

Without hesitation, I raised my elbow and hit him in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. "I'm doing great, actually," I said innocently, extending my hand for him to take.

"No shit, Annabella. Couldn't you have given me a heads up?" Steffon winced as he took my hand, still feeling the effects of my elbow. I rolled my eyes at his dramatics.

I knew Steffon only said my full first name when he was angry, but I didn't care.

"Stop acting so dramatic Steffon. It's not like you're going to die. Maybe next time, I should hit you where the sun doesn't shine," I muttered the last part to myself, an idea suddenly forming in my mind.

"It still hurts, and stop calling me Steffon. I told you not to call me by my full name," he complained.

"Whatever... Steffon," I taunted, feeling smug.

"And to think senior year would've made you a little more mature," he sighed, shaking his head. I couldn't help but giggle at his comment.

We fell in line and made our way to our first class, deciding to blend in with the crowd. "I have math for the first period and science for the second," I informed him, scanning over my timetable.

"Ugh, I have arts for my first period and science for my second as well. We'll catch up at lunch," he groaned.

I let out a snort. "Well aren't you the intelligent one?" I teased, giving him a playful shove. The sound of the bell interrupted our banter, signaling the start of class.

"I know right." As I spoke, he playfully shoved me back, causing me to collide with the wall, or unfortunately, Regina.

Regina, the head cheerleader, screeched, "You stupid freak!" as she fell to the ground from our collision. Her minions quickly rushed to help her up, and a few remaining students in the hall started to gather around.

"I'm so..." I began to say, but before I could finish apologizing, her hand collided with my face.

I turned my frightened and painstaking face to a seething hot Regina and her minions, who were ready to pounce on behalf of their queen bee.

Not wanting to get on her bad side, I did my best to apologize. After all, who wants to start their senior year on the receiving end of the school's biggest bully? But was it already too late?

"You stupid bitch, how dare you push me to the ground?!" she barked, gritting her teeth. Her blond hair and fake blue lenses made her even more frightening.

"It's not her fault, Regina. I was the one who pushed her, so-" Steff began, but he was rudely cut off.

"Were you given permission to speak, outcast?" One of Regina's minions, Becky, sassed.

"No, but-"

"I didn't think so," she mocked, glaring at both of us with distaste.

"You're lucky I have a class to get to, but don't you think for even a second that you'll get away with this!" She gritted her teeth, harshly nudging my shoulder with hers before walking away, with her three minions trailing behind.

Yeah right, everyone knows the only reason she would have gone to class is if the "bad boys" were more likely to be there. The rest of the students who had been watching and filming quickly scattered off to their classes after the thrilling excitement. Just great.

“Let's just get to class," I said, cutting off Steff's potential apology. I didn't want to be any later than we already were. I gave him a small wave before making my way to the classroom, still rubbing my cheek where Regina slapped me.

As luck would have it, I found out that Regina was in the same class. Just great.

As usual, I took a seat in the second row near the front of the classroom. I didn't want to be seen as a nerd who sat in the extreme front, but I also didn't want to be too far back where the popular students usually sat.

"Let's get started, class," Mr. Ford said uninterestedly, eliciting groans from the entire room. "We all know each other, so there's no need for introductions. Please turn to chapter twenty-seven in your textbook, and yes, we'll be starting with algebra."

After about twenty minutes of algebra, Mr. Ford spoke up. "Who's able to tell me the answer to the equation on the board?"

"This is it, Anna. Time to make a good impression. This is your year," I chanted to myself before raising my hand, along with the other nerds in the class.

Suddenly, I heard snickering. "Of course, leave it to the nerds to figure out the answers," Regina taunted, causing some of the popular students to burst out laughing.

The only people who didn't laugh were the girl sitting next to me, the bad boys in the back who were watching me intently, and of course, the other nerds.

"At least they're smart enough to answer, so be quiet," Mr. Ford shushed Regina, causing her to turn red with embarrassment. He then pointed towards me to answer the equation, and both of us received glares from Regina and her friends.

That was the first time I had ever seen him stand up for a student. Normally, he just looked uninterested.

I gave my answer to the teacher, which was precisely correct, earning me a small nod of approval.

Regina's mocking tone filled the classroom as she said, "Of course the nerd would've gotten it right. That's their only purpose, after all." Her words sparked laughter throughout the room.

"Stupid bitch it's not my fault your brain is vastly deteriorating." I mumbled to myself.

"Hey, she's not worth it." Claire, the girl next to me whispered grabbing a hold of my hand that was now curled up into a fist.

She's right if I was to pick a fight with the popular students I'd be dead meat until I was able to graduate.

I wanted to speak up, but the thought of ending my senior year on a sour note held me back. I was beyond frustrated with my lackluster experience of what was supposed to be the best year of high school.

Regina continued to mock, "She's such a teacher's pet. And look at what she's wearing. She's got to be a homeless pig." Her words drew laughter from the class, including the nerds.

"Or maybe even a prostitute, who knows?" As Regina's cruel words spread like wildfire throughout the classroom, I could feel the sting of humiliation and anger building inside of me.

I had enough, I refuse to let her walk over me like this! I bit my lip anxiously as I opened my mouth to foolishly respond letting my words cut through the tension.

"That's funny you should say Regina, because clearly I'm not the one who's busy sucking on cocks for a living and replacing my brain cells with sperms cells, which then makes me stupid!"

And that people was the perfect start of my Senior year in high school.

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