Transfer me to the 'Popular Table' - [Open]

[perdita]

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Today was that day. That day Perdi had been dreading for months. Her mother had relocated the family to Jacksonville due to her landing a job transfer and it was safe to say Perdita was not happy. She had just managed to climb the social ladder at her old school and was finally where she wanted to be; on top. Perdi hadn't been the best looking child and took a while to grow into her looks, however once she did she truly blossomed. She spent most of her school life being bullied for her odd features and interesting face shape. They would ask if they could sharpen their pencils on her jawline and similar heckles. Due to constantly being put down on her looks Perdi wanted nothing more be to be pretty, normal and most of all she wanted to show all those who teased her that she wasn't all those horrible words they threw at her. However over time Perdi got more and more beautiful, and she started to wear makeup and style her hair, and by the time she was 14 she was stunning. All those boys who had bullied her now wanted to ask her out and all the girls who bitched about her wanted to be her friend. Perdi took advantage of her new found popularity and it wasn't long before she was Queen Bee of St Cecelia's High School. So as you can imagine being told she was moving schools devastated her. She had worked so hard to be where she was and now she was about to lose it all and move to another school, where she'd have to start again to build up a reputation. Perdi had been against moving from the very start.

Perdita pulled up into the student car park in her red BMW convertible. It was a sunny day so the roof was down. Getting out the car Perdi gave her hair a quick brush and checked her makeup in the rear view mirror. 'Kay this is it' She thought to herself 'No turning back now' Grabbing her Vivienne Westwood purse from the passenger seat she headed towards the entrance of the school. 'Grummbblleee' Her stomach let out a loud rumble, alerting Perdi that she was starving. She had been dieting for the past few weeks to make sure she was thin for her first day, and over the past few days she hadn't really eaten anything due to feeling sick with nerves. 'Ugh, I'm going to have to get something to eat....' she mumbled to herself. She walked towards the front desk and noticed the receptionist sat behind reading the local paper. 'Ahem' she coughed, alerting the receptionist of her presence. "It's my first day here and --" "Ahh, you must be Miss Moore, am I right?" The receptionist interrupted. "Yeah, that's me, I have these forms to hand in.." "Oh, good, if you just hand them right over I'll give you a copy of your timetable and you can be on your way Miss Moore" Perdi handed over the forms and in-turn took back her timetable. "Thank you" Perdi smiled before turning and walking down the corridor.

As she strutted down the corridor every student she passed turned around and looked at her. She was new meat and obviously stuck out like a sore thumb. She took out her Prada sunglasses from her purse and put them on. It provided a shield that she could hide behind. It made her feel safe. Noticing a sign saying 'Cafeteria <<<' Perdi smiled and followed the arrows in the direction they pointed.
It wasn't long before she arrived in the large room, filled with chairs and tables and students. Perdi walked and picked up a tray and ogled the food on display. She noticed they did pots of salad. "Thank god!" she thought to herself! She picked up a prawn salad and put it down on her tray. She also grabbed a Raspberry flavored water and turned around to find a seat. There were a number of tables that were occupied by students. She saw the goth table, the jock table, the table full of what looked like band geeks. Perdi knew that their was a hierarchy when it came to sitting at tables. She wanted to sit with the popular girls, but being new meat they would most probably kick her to the floor and tell her to go sit by herself. She needed to make sure she made the right first impression, but where should she sit?

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[rebecca]

It was lunch time and Becky had been forced, much to her dismay to eat in the cafeteria. She didn’t really like it in there, just because at lunch it seemed that everyone had their own table, apart from a couple of groups who didn’t really have a label....where did she fit in? She certainly wasn’t one of the popular crowd, and she didn’t really hang out with the theatre geeks enough to actually sit with them. She would normally get lunch out, or at least with her brother somewhere because she really did not like eating in the cafeteria....but today was different...her brother was really busy with an assignment and she had strict instructions that she should not contact him. She nearly called her sister to ask if she wanted to get something but decided against it. She was still not there yet with her sister and she knew it still would be a while till she was at that point. At least she was trying now though; she could at least say that she had some kind of relationship with her because beforehand it had been nothing. Well she did not know what it was exactly, just not what they had now.

Becky walked into the cafeteria, feeling all eyes on her, why did people have to stare at her? Becky was one of those girls who would be friends with anyone if they spoke to her, but some girls at Jackson High just seemed way too stuck up to even consider talking to her and that annoyed her because she didn’t get why girls had to be like that. At her old school she had been bullied by the popular crowd, it hadn’t been a good experience and had been made worse by her sister with certain things that she had said. That was over now, she no longer attended that school and even though the school had been an all girls school, the boys school had been not far away from them at all, so they had a lot of social events with them which had often made her nervous. It wasn’t like Becky hadn’t had a boyfriend now, but she just used to get nervous about those kind of dances, and she always wanted the popular guy to ask her. It had happened, they dated but he’d turned out to be a jerk, it was typical and she hated it.

So now at Jackson High she was more wary of people, although her brother seemed to be watching her every move, which she found rather lame. She loved him and Carter to pieces, but they could be so overprotective at times and the two together were even worse. She knew that they did it because they cared though and she really did appreciate that, so much. She could not imagine her life without them now it would be too much for her to be without them both and she just really hoped she never had to be without either one of them because she couldn’t bare to think about losing them. Becky walked up to the serving hatch where there was a queue and grabbed a tray. The food looked ‘delightful’ as always. this is the reason I insist on having lunch with Timmy she muttered to herself. Then she thought....well she could have had lunch with Carter couldn’t she? Damn...she hadn’t thought of that, anything to keep her from having the ‘special surprise’ meat which looked just.....yuch. She pulled a face just before it came to her turn to be served and then asked for a burger and fries. It was better than nothing.

As she gathered a few extra bits she then made her way to the tables. Again she made heads turn, some girls would be proud of that fact and walk down with confidence, but for a girl like Becky it made her feel self conscious and she felt intimidated. She did not know why they were looking at her but she was wondering if she had something on her face. She was also concentrating so much on not tripping up or spilling her tray on the floor because that would have been very embarrassing. She then noticed a girl who looked very familiar, she knew she had seen her before....what was her name, Perdita....She and Becky had been very good friends for a few years of high school, and in junior high, when Perdie got more popular the girls drifted apart. Although her friend was never apart of the evilness of the other girls it still made her sad to see her friend in that crowd, but right now they were on their own, away from those girls, maybe she could have her friend back. Becky had left to come to Jackson just after Christmas, the girls had still spoken to each other when they had both been at home, and occasionally saw each other out of school but she hadn’t spoken to her since she had moved. She made a decision to go up to her and talk Hay.....ummm how are you? she said a little shyly. Wait, you do remember me....do you? she asked just in case the girl did not know. She started to feel nervous now, that had been rather stupid to say in her opinion and she had wished she hadn’t gone over to speak to her. She hoped that her old friend wouldn’t think she was too much of a freak.

[perdita]

Perdi was too busy looking for a seat which she could sit at and not be judged for. She was already being stared at for being 'the new girl' but no one knew anything about her yet. She had worn some of her best designer clothes, spent at least four hours on her hair and makeup this morning, just to make sure she looked presentable and the sort of girl that would appeal to the sort of people that she wanted to be friends with, the people she wanted to be associated with. For many people a new school would mean a new start, but for Perdi she didn't want a new start, she wanted her old life, and old start. She wanted her reputation, her friends, her lifestyle from her old school to be carried over to this school. She had worked too hard to just lose it all and have to start again. Perdi was going to have to slowly build herself up again and it all started with this very moment, in this very cafeteria. Perdi knew that a lot of people would judge her depending on what table she went to sit at, at lunch. If she went and ate by herself she would be branded a loner and if she sat with any cliques she would be branded as one of them. The trouble was the cliques she wanted to be branded with were the sort of people who would tell her to fuck off.

Perdi was too busy debating where to sit to notice a girl approaching her. It was only when she spoke that Perdi noticed she was stood there. "Hay.....ummm how are you?... Wait, you do remember me....do you?" Perdi glanced at the girl and for a second couldn't remember her name but quickly recalled it. "Becky! Yes, I remember you, and I'm okay thanks, yourself? I forgot you went to this school aswell! I am just deciding where to sit. It's all a bit intimidating...Where do you normally sit?" Perdita and Becky had been friends when they were younger. They both got bullied and had a lot in common back then. However when Perdi started to climb the social ladder all the things that became important to Perdi, such as popularity, makeup, designer clothes, boys didn't appeal to Becky and eventually they drifted apart. Their friendship became more of a polite 'Hello, how are you? I haven't seen you in awhile' rather than the close close friends they used to be. Perdi had forgotten that Becky had moved to Jacksonville. She had been too involved in how it would affect her social status than think about making new friends, or in this case making old friends.

Perdi looked Becky up and down. She still seemed to be the same Becky that she was best friends with all those years ago. It felt comforting to know there was someone here she knew, who wouldn't judge her on a first impression. It then dawned on Perdi what Becky would think when she analyzed her like she was doing to Becky. Would she is disappointed in what she had become? Would she still want to be friends with a girl who had become Queen Bee of all the girls who used to bully them both? It was a sudden realization for Perdi at how much she had changed over the last few years. Becky stood for everything that was old Perdita, whilst Perdi stood for everything that was just that, Perdi. Her life was completely different now. Old Perdita had been throughly destroyed by Perdi. She never wanted to be associated with what she used to be, ever again, yet now she was facing the best friend of old Perdita and those memories were all flooding back. This wasn't supposed to happen, this wasn't in the plan. She was grateful for Becky to be there as it was someone she knew and that knew just how she was feeling, as it wasn't so long ago she was the new girl of this very school. However she knew that Becky would not be friends with all the IT girls, unless she had also had a dramatic personality makeover as well, and they were the crowd that Perdi needed to make friends with.

[rebecca]

Becky didn’t really know what to think right now. Her old best friend who she had done everything with, the one who drifted apart from her to be with the ‘popular’ crowd. To be with the girls who had teased her so much and made her miserable. Yes she got by because she had friends but she was sensitive and now seeing Perdi before her had brought it all back, how much she had changed. How she had stayed the same and how she did not want to change. No Becky would never be one of the popular crowd and she never wanted to either because she knew she didn’t have what it took and she didn’t want to be become bitchy. So how come Perdi had gone that way? It made her so sad that she had lost a friend. Even now she did not think they could have the same friendship they had back then. She smiled slightly when Perdi said she remembered her. Well that is a start at least she thought to herself. She was kind of glad that she had remembered her, what were the odds of them both being at the same school together? How weird. I am good she nodded well I was good... she thought to herself. Why did she have to come to this school? Of all the schools around why the one she was at? So you go here now? she asked with a small smile. She was rather surprised, as if she would have thought Perdi would leave where she had become the ‘Queen Bee’ of their old school. She wasn’t even sure why she was caring or thinking about it right now because she just didn’t, Becky was who she was and she wouldn’t ever change, not for anyone.

Lunch time, well Becky didn’t usually spend it in the cafeteria that was for sure. She hated all the ‘cliques’ and groups, she found it so lame. Well I normally get lunch in my dorm with my friend Evie, or Timmy my brother or....we go get lunch out she explained to her. Any time she came into the cafeteria she felt like she did not fit. There were the ‘nerds’ and the ‘art kids’ who she could probably join but why couldn’t she just sit with her friends and be done with it? She did not understand why everyone had to be labelled, right now she didn’t have a label to her name. Unless you could call an ‘outcast’ a label. She wondered whether Perdi would judge her for all this, she knew the old Perdi wouldn’t because she had been just like Becky, but she was different now so the girl could be thinking anything about her. I hate all the labels she told her It reminds me of our old school she said. I don’t understand why everyone has to be in a certain group, I am certainly not and I am proud of it. So far I haven’t seen evidence of a ‘Queen Bee’ around here or the popular crowd but they obviously exist. I am just glad I have been able to avoid them she shrugged. She knew that Perdi would probably want to hang out with the popular crowd and not with her, well she would let her, why would she stop her, they had drifted and now they were no longer friends right? Well it was sad but true. She couldn’t call Perdi a friend because in a way she had betrayed her, and herself. What would the old Perdi have said about her being friends with the girls who had been so mean about them both?

If Becky wanted to be mean she would tell her to get to the popular crowd, because they would be waiting. But of course Becky wasn’t like that at all. She was too sweet to say anything like that. What brings you here to this particular school then? Becky asked her. I mean why this school? she asked curiously. You know, I still don’t get why you became friends with those girls she said. You know how mean they were, and yet the first chance you got you went off with them she said feeling herself getting a backbone for once. I just don’t get it she shook her head, trying to make sense of it. Then she looked at her old friend up and down, just like she had done but she wasn’t being snobby or looking down on her, she didn’t know why but Becky felt that was what Perdi was doing to her. She now loved her designer gear and Becky did not know the first thing about designer clothes, she didn’t care about fashion in that way. You could say that her dress sense was rather childish at times but she wasn’t bothered.