Before you read this, you should know the following:
-I don't live in America.
-But most of the kids in my school (including me) are from America.
-And for some stupid reason, popularity is directly associated with one's connection with America, including clothes, books, and even food from the States.
The popularity at our school is largely represented by whether or not you wear visible, school-regulation socks. I’m pretty sure there are a bunch of people who don’t wear socks at all, but stinky feet must be a small price to pay for popularity. And while this will probably leave me deemed unpopular for life – and maybe even afterlife, I’ve realized that there are things that matter more than popularity. Like cupcakes. Which brings me to something that happened yesterday. Someone brought brownies to school. They were an immediate hit. Which is why everyone wanted one. Everyone. So when someone dropped a brownie on the floor, there were a series of gasps. And the brownie was picked up. And popped in to the mouth of the girl who had dropped it. She said, and I quote, “They’re from America. I don’t care.” Whether or not it was from America is irrelevant. One. Does. Not. Eat. Food. Off. The. Floor. Do you see what I have to deal with every day at school? I am not obsessed with America. I woud never eat a brownie of the floor. I probably wouldn't be okay with stinky feet, either.
Which is why I'm not popular.
But I'm fine with that.
