“Rah rah, sis boom,” the beautiful voices of the students from Humble High sang, cheering for their football team that never touched the opponets, just danced around them, gracefully taking the ball and scoring.
Everybody was quite uniform, hair all different shades of blond. Golden scarves around their necks that held a high head.
Every person was smiling, enjoying their time at the game. Almost everyone attended.
“Brittney,” said James, a well-bred boy soon to inherit his father’s stylish and sucessful clothing company, “would you marry me?” Her expression did not change, just the slight change in the pictch of her voice, “Well, geez Louise, James. Sure!” Iccabod, the only oddball among the young scholars, rolled his eyes, annoyed. His clothing was torn and ragged, dirt under his finger nails, a devilish grin clouding his expression.
“I hate high school.” Perfection taunted him everyday. He could no longer take it.
Secrets were ready to spill out of his tainted mouth.