Written by Satya, Caroline, IzzyMcFrizzy, Jessica, and Marcia
It was a beautiful and lazy Tuesday, and Linfield students found themselves with the challenge of keeping away boredom during an extended lunch. With an hour and fifteen minutes of nothing to do, the students thought it best to past the time with stories. They decided that whoever told the best story would get a free lunch paid for by everyone the next day…
The Rich Kid:
By Caroline
Each day she pulls up to the private school in her white Mercedes-Benz with a diamond encrusted license plate. She steps out with a Venti Starbucks in one hand and Gucci purse in the other. Her hair and makeup always look flawless and no one would ever catch her wearing sweatpants. Her Dad’s money pays for everything she could ever ask for and she cringes at the thought of having a job.
The Senior:
By Jessica
The only reason the senior is at school is so that he can graduate, but until then, he’s going to enjoy high school to the best of his ability. He gets special privileges such as using the senior lunch line and being the boss on campus. The whole school looks up to him, and teachers finally give him the respect that he deserves. The only thing he has to worry about are college applications, but once that’s over, the rest of the school year is a breeze. He will definitely get senioritis near the end of the year and become a nuisance. However, once he’s gone everyone will miss him.
The Teacher’s Pet:
By IzzyMcFrizzy 🙂
It wasn’t a special week, it wasn’t a special day, but this girl comes to English class like it’s the last day she’ll ever see the teacher. She proudly displays a smile from ear to ear and a joyous disposition as she runs to the front of the room where her teacher stood. The Starbucks in her hand isn’t her normal potion – it’s for the teacher, and it’s her favorite drink.
“Ms. Teacher, how was your event-that-only-you-and-I-and-three-other-people-know-about?”
“It was fantastic! Thanks for asking!”
“I just hope everything goes well for you. You definitely are my favorite teacher.”
On days when the teacher prints insufficient copies for the class, the girl volunteers to run to the copy room to pick up the printed pages. Right as she enters, the teacher asks the class a discussion question about the previous night’s reading. As the girl walks across the room to hand the teacher the copies with a smile, she pipes up and answers the question in full detail, leaving no room for others to add to the “discussion”. She walks back to her seat in the front and center.
When it was time to write an in-class essay, the girl glances around, then looks back at her partially written essay. The teacher allowed for two body paragraphs, but she chooses to be extra and write three. She had no choice but to quietly ask someone for an additional piece of paper, and seeing that the teacher had glanced up at the noise, she said, “Sorry, I’m going to write three body paragraphs”. She sees the teacher nod her head, thinking that she had successfully impressed the teacher with the extra work. By the time she handed in her essay, her name wasn’t there, instead it was written by, “Teacher’s Pet”.
The Jock:
By Satya
You can find the jock with his friends sitting at a table throwing around a football. He’s always joking around and he doesn’t take anything seriously. The only thing on his mind is the next game, and what he’ll have to do at practice. Even though he’s lazy, teachers love him because of his sense of humor. Occasionally, he gets called out of class by his coach to talk about the upcoming game. After school, he chills with his buddies and waits for practice to start. He dreams of getting a football scholarship one day.
The Gossip Girl:
By Marcia
She is the one girl that always knows everything. She knows about all the details about all the drama, and she knows about the new couple before they even start dating. You see her everywhere, because she is everywhere to observe everything. She is in everyone’s business, and she is the one you want to find the minute something juicy happens. She comes to school with her phone on instagram, and yells: “OMG have you heard….?” You never know if her information is reliable, but who actually cares? It is all about spicing up the boring school hours. Fake stories always sell better
Tale of a Rich Girl
by IzzyMcFrizzleWizzles 😀
Now allow me to tell you a tale about how money can change anybody.
Imagine a girl with flawless makeup and a high-end bag. After parking her white Mercedes-Benz, she walks to the high school with a Venti Starbucks, and at the hallway, everybody turns to her. Her wealth stands out like a diamond, but what catches the eye of the people is that she is not a new girl. She was the same girl who only ever wore sweatpants and T-shirts.
Not a single student, faculty member, or friend knew how she got all that money; they knew her as the quiet and friendly girl in the back. Let’s call her Regina.
Regina calmly approaches a group of other girls at lunch, but they face her with anticipation. Their eyes show curiosity: is this the same Regina from two months ago? As if telepathically, they all accept Regina back into table, just as if they were best friends like before. But Regina has some new things to reveal.
She points out someone’s cute Vans, but laughs at the fact that Michael Kors is a much better option. She insists that they come to her house for a baking party every week. When someone admits that they can’t make it, she plays the pity card and pouts until that person is forced to comply. She even asked whose idea was it to make the dress code so strict; she claimed she would have done a much better job on school policy.
Regina feels good about successfully blending into the crowd, but her friends knew that something was wrong, and something must be done.
The next day, Regina approaches the same group at the same table. She did not ask to sit down, nor did her friends let her sit, but she dropped her Gucci on one side and invited herself in. She began to rant about how difficult it is to choose between makeup brands Chanel and Mary Kay, and one by one, her friends began making excuses for leaving the table. One had a quiz to take, one needed to buy food, and another person left their phone in a room. All but one friend left Regina.
The friend was quietly listening to Regina with a solemn face. When she asked her friend where everyone went, the friend sighed and said that Regina needs to know something. The friend began to draw out the difference between the Regina two months ago and the Regina sitting across from her. “You are not the same. You were such a quiet and friendly person who always wore sweats. Now you wear only the triple dollar sign, and it seems you bought the attitude as well.”
Regina looked back at her friend with a blank stare. The friend spoke up once more.
“But I can help you get your friends to like you again! Usually wealthy people are hated the most, but I know a way where you can get people to like you without giving up on money!”
Regina still sat silent and thoughtful, then replied, “Um, yeah, that won’t be needed.”
The friend blinked in surprise and began, but Regina interrupted.
“Y’know sometimes you gotta know who your real friends are. Who cares about those friends anyway, they can like or not like me, whatever. But you are a real friend! See you stick up with me!”
“Okay now wait a mo-”
“We should totally go the mall and shop together! I mean your backpack should totally be replaced by something much better. I’d say replace it with Louis Vuitton.”
The next day, the friend was careful to not be noticed by Regina. But lo and behold, the friend was simply at her locker when someone put their hands over the friend’s eyes, and she heard a shrill voice, “Guess who??!!!” The friend sighed inwardly and gently pushed the hands away from her face, but the person complained, saying how she just got her nails professionally done. Without even seeing her face, the friend knew it was Regina and she was done with her. She could not take any more of her snobbish attitude.
Regina walked around the lunch area in search of friends, anyone whom she can talk to. She had all the riches a 17-year old can buy, but no one to sit with. She had a Gucci purse and Kate Spade sunglasses and a clingy and belittling attitude, and she remembered her friend say to her, “You are not the same”.
And now my friends, I daresay that money can drive you to levels you’d never think to go. Tread carefully with money, and maybe you won’t end up like Regina.