Groupies

You know what I don't get? Why everyone has to have a group. Honestly. Can't anybody be groupless? A lone wolf, perhaps? Here are the groups in my life that I came up with, off the top of my head:

The Eliters...
~~These are the ones that everybody wants to be friends with. The members vary from class to class, but they basically have the same makeup. While they may never talk to you or write on your Facebook Wall unless it's out of boredom or sympathy because you haven't had a post since your birthday two months ago, you desperately want to fit in. When they reject you, you publicly announce how stupid they are and how you're much more suited for popularity back in your hometown. (See my friend Anne.)

The Crazy Ones...
~~These are the ones that everyone is friends with. They party, they drink occasionally, but they make any class you have with them interesting. These are the ones that Anne labels as "sluts" and "jerks." (She desperately wants to be one of them too.)

The Music Teacher's Chosen Ones...
~~These are the alternative folks. They have musical talent, a strange sense of humor, and relish their spots in the circle. Anne deludes herself into thinking that she's one of them, but she tries too hard. To get into this group, you have to be nonchalant enough to slide in and get your claws into your position. In middle school, I wanted in terribly. Now, I'm in and I don't really know how that happened.

The Reject Pile...
~~These are most of my friends. They're not terribly elite, terribly crazy, or terribly talented, but they welcomed me with open arms and that's enough for me.