Assassins

Senior year is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

We aren’t a very close knit class, I mean, I’ll be the first to say that there are definitely groups that don’t associate with each other. I wouldn’t call them cliques, because that seems kind of cliche and honestly, like a word of the past. No, groups is a better word to describe them.

There are the stereotypical populars, which include the jocks as well as the mostly dim witted fake blondes and poorly crafted eyebrow-ed girls, then there are the guys and gals who will rule the world one day because they’re so smart, and they’re cool in their own right. There’s also the amphitheater kids… but lets just stay away from that topic. And then there are people like me. Middle of the pack. Smart but not smart enough, decent looking but not outgoing enough.

Ok, popularity was definitely not what I wanted to focus on in this post. Oh well, I’ll just get onto my main point.

The class of 2015 is absolutely bombtastic. Two geniuses organized a mass game of assassin, and tonight we all get our targets -for the second time because so many people wanted to play. It’s a fun way of bringing out all the future stalkers in our senior class, basically.

I’m probably going to lose because I don’t talk to anyone outside of school, also no one knows me so they’ll give up if I’m their target because they’ll have no way of finding me.

Blogging about this probably doesn’t help my case that much, since my assassin will probably be reading this in the next couple hours. So… HELLO ASSASSIN! COME AND GET ME!!

I hope this game brings the senior class closer together… actually no I don’t. We’ve been going to school with each other for 13 years now. If we were all supposed to be close, that would have happened. Oh well, it will still be fun shooting people with water guns.

Much Love,

Nicole

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