  I have the sinking feeling that I am just what I loath. I may be part of the trio of girls who talk loudly and disrupt others throughout class. I don’t think, even though it doesn’t make up for my membership in this disgusting group, that it’s entirely my fault.
I am a mere pawn in Leigh’s evil gossip game. While Leigh talks to Liz and me a mile a minuet about things I have little to no interest in, we--futilely--attempt to correct her. We balance out her breakups stories with “ It’s-not-really-any-of-my-business ” responses. Occasionally, we even get a chance to converse with one another , in a more relaxed, less frenzied manner.
She’s this really small girl with dark hair and braces. She laughs nervously a lot, which I find rather winning and sweet. We were working on adjectives today and in my description she included the word ‘quirky’ so I think the world of her. (Tomorrow I will ask her what music she listens to and paint and more accurate picture of her) She was telling me of her friend/boyfriend woes. Apparently, she is interested in her “ closet guy friend ” and not sure if the feelings are mutual. Ah, I know the story well. After offering some bullshit response about honesty, the *Senior spoke. “ Honesty is fucking NOT the best policy. You girls need to realize you have all the power in the relationship.
We’re working for you.” And those were the words that cemented it; he was officially endeared. The conversation soon included pot, school, running, and my Catholic school. “Did you have to wear plaid skirts and knee socks?” “Well, yes, actually.” “Thumbs up, then.” Eyebrows are raised in what might be interpreted as a nudge-nudge, wink-wink manner. [Laughter, on both parts] After school, when we were on our way to our respective lunch spots, Liz turned around and said, “ Anna, how do you flirt?” “Excuse me?” “How do you do that?” “Do what?” “Flirt.” “Flirt? !” I should make it clear that I am not the flirting type. In any scenario. I usually opt for the stare-at-him-while-his-head-is-turned-then-turn-away-blushing-when-he-sees-me.
I do not flirt. “ I do not flirt.” “Please. That was some skill.” Oh, lord, I really hope that wasn’t interpreted as flirting on Senior’s part. Because… I’m not actually sure, actually. Because flirting is not me, I guess. Remember; I am quirky! I’m unconventional. I’m… I don’t flirt , dammit! Affectionately… Anna ------------------------------------------------------- *Yes, it’s a pseudonym. Deal with it. 
