Yeah, Satan was a donkey.

The day everything fell apart, was the day we got a few new kids. Like usual, my brother drove me to school. I met up with Olisa at the front doors and my day had officially started. Everything seemed like it usually did. The cliques, as indistinguishable as they were, were hanging out.

You know those schools you see on T.V.? They've got the Populars, the Jocks, the Wannabes, the Nerds, the Hippies, the Skaters, all that cool stuff. Yeah, we don't. At least, not exactly.

Our Populars are a variety of Jocks, Wannabes, and Nerds, believe it or not. We also have many different cliques. The Geeks, which is basically nerd, weirdo, and preppy in one. The Druggies, more like the emo skaters that have hippie attributes. The Outsiders, who no one knows, and no one wants to know, but we all know. And, my clique, the Outcasts.

By the way, never confuse an Outsider with an Outcast, we are two different things. You see, while Outsiders don't have anything to link them to the unique cliques, Outcasts basically have everything. We know everyone, so... semi-popular. Most of us do some weird sport that normal people don't count as one, like dance or something. And that counts to us as some sort of jock. Most of us get good enough grades to be considered a nerd, but we're all mainly geeks. Although none of us do drugs, I guess you can say we're like the Druggie clique in the chill/maybe-slightly-emo aspect. And, some people ask us if we're high when really we just had a Dr. Pepper.

Oh my kai! I ranted. Sorry! Anyways, walked into school--blah, blah, blah--cliques were hanging out--blah, blah, blah. Everything seemed normal. Except it wasn't. The second we walked through the front doors Hayden came up and dragged Mason away. Big surprise there. Olisa and I made our ways to our lockers--which were nowhere near each other, by the way--and I spotted two new kids talking quietly in a corner. One--whom I couldn't really see--seemed to be my age, maybe older, and the other--a dark-skinned 'it' girl, mainly distinguished because of the dark look in her eyes--actually looked older. Olisa didn't seem to have seen them, and though I felt creepy doing it, I tried to listen in. Being in a crowded high school hallway makes it hard to eavesdrop, so I only caught bits and pieces.

"--are you eve--here?" The boy asked.

"Same--you, I'm guessing. Why? --handle yourself --round me?" The girl responded in a smug tone. The boy scoffed.

"--wish, Elafrý." The boy hissed out the word as if it was poison. The girl had stiffened at the word and glanced around skeptically. I briefly wondered if it was her name, but the girl's response squandered the thought.

"Do not say--word here. --if there are--Skoteinó's around? Or --ever you call--selves now." The girl snapped back. They both sat in silence for a few seconds before the girl let out a sigh. "--an we just--civil for--moment--" I just missed her say the boy's name over Olisa shaking my shoulder roughly.

"Em, Em, EM!" She was saying frantically. Em had been her nickname for me since we met in 'cheer' class at age four. Neither of us really understood nicknames at the time, so Olisa had just put together my initials. I once called her 'orange juice' when we were eight because she had drunk so much.

"What?" I asked, snapping back to reality.

"An upperclassman is checking you out. I can't tell who it is, though." She told me.

"Seriously?" I almost shrieked. She nodded, smiling happily. Her smile went away a second later. I groaned. "What happened?" I grumbled out.

"It was just Satan." She spit out.

Satan was our little nickname for Anthony Sautan, or Tony as he liked to be called. Remember that guy Hayden stopped me from seeing? Well, Tony wasn't him, but he was best friends with him.

After that night, Tony believed that I purposely blew his 'best bud' off, and said some not-very-nice things. Then, when his BFF told him not to worry about it, he started checking me out and acting like a total stalker.

Even with his creepy crush on me, the guy still acted like a total as- wait, I can't say that. He was still a complete jacka- can't say that either. Uh, he was a donkey? Yeah, Satan was a donkey. A complete and total donkey.

"Ugh, the guy needs to get a life," I told her, my mind straying from the two new kids. I mean, they couldn't be important to me in any way, right?