The new totalitarian government where people are forced to be married into typical high school cliques.
Brandon started making his way to school, driving the expensive car his parents had bought him. He was of course apart of the preppy clique. It included athletics, cheerleaders, and really anyone popular. His father was a pro football player, and his mother was simply a stay at home mom. That was what was destined to happen to him, but he wasn't sure if he wanted that. Maybe he wasn't the smartest guys, but he wanted something other than his clique to define him. He got out of his car, and he grabbed his backpack, but he stopped himself. He saw a beautiful girl get out of a car. She had beautiful, long, flowing hair. He smiled to himself, and he started to walk over to her, but them he stopped himself as he realized something. This girl wasn't in his clique.
Brandon started making his way to school, driving the expensive car his parents had bought him. He was of course apart of the preppy clique. It included athletics, cheerleaders, and really anyone popular. His father was a pro football player, and his mother was simply a stay at home mom. That was what was destined to happen to him, but he wasn't sure if he wanted that. Maybe he wasn't the smartest guys, but he wanted something other than his clique to define him. He got out of his car, and he grabbed his backpack, but he stopped himself. He saw a beautiful girl get out of a car. She had beautiful, long, flowing hair. He smiled to himself, and he started to walk over to her, but them he stopped himself as he realized something. This girl wasn't in his clique.