• my friend is the popular one. Im the one who doesnt give a crap about what you think of me. Im a girl, smart, play in the drumline, which has lowered how the "popular' morons think of me. i can tell. so one day, a clique of nasty girls surrounds me. the usual insults come. you're ugly, a slut, dumb, un wanted. I turn from my locker. "then why do i have better grades than you all combined, friends who would die for me, a boyfriend who has dated me for longer than a week, and a family who actually gives a crap if i have a serious problem, not if i get a hangnail?" The leader, a tall, blue-eyed red head, cheer captain, and most popular girl in school glares at me for about a minute before sniffing and stomping off. after school, im walking home when a group of jocks corner me. their leader, reds boyfriend give me the"im going to beat the crap out of you" look. I smile. 12 years of judo means you dont want to piss me off. But violence is never the answer. I push past him, and his 2 hulking friends and carry on my merry way. a group of my friends is ahead. the neanderthals are following me, i can feel it. I start jogging. i merge with my 10 or so friends. the guys follow us some more. finally, my hot-headed friend amy turns and asks "wtheh are you guys following us" they say nothing. tjey start to crowd me into a wall by the school. im cornered, my friends have gone ahead. Im doomed. the leader just pulls his fist back when i hear a loud thump. My friend amy hit him with her heavy book bag. Jocky drops like a rock. his cronies are disappering around the corner when we look their way. Its nice to know we nerds have a great defense system: 1 bag+6 honors class books= bully out cold.