Rebellion

Today, During my afternoon class, I was shocked by the rudeness, and comments of a certian group of Girls. The thing is, they are those girls that everyone is afraid of, afraid to stand up to them, and afraid to befriend them. They are THOSE girls. Kinda like the real life Plastics from Mean Girls. They have perfect outfits that showcase their perfect bodies. They have perfectly manicured nails to go with their perfect makeover faces, and perfect sylist hair styles. they get perfect marks, and ask the perfect questions. They date the perfect boys who are perfect at sports. If cheerleaders were cool at my school... they would be perfect cheerleaders. But instead, they play perfect Lead roles in our perfect musicals. ..... are you catching my drift? these girls, are perfect.
......Well... untill you figure out their flaws. Oh, and what are they, you ask? well.. why don't you watch them? why don't you pay attention.


Fourth period bell rings to start the day, we are assembled in our hosh-posh of chairs in the double room, the choir room. amid the chairs, is an island of three isolated students, Laurel, Erinn, and Thaniel. Directly behind them is Page, Tansly, Amber, Brittany, Natalie, and Jessica-The Girls. The teachers, Morton and Ferguson, begin attendance, as usual, shouting last names over the roar of excited students. As if my magic, the class of sixty-some come to pay attention, to find out what today's adventure has in store. but the explanation is interrupted, when ferguson has to stop to stare at a certain group of girls. the explanation continues, but wait. we are interrupted again, with a sudden, and unfitting burtst of laughter and giggles. The class breaks to do the assignment in groups before returning to the class to present to the rest of the class. With excitement we watch group after group present their findings..... but behind it all, is this whispering, this chatting, this talking, this giggling, this laughing, this rudeness that makes the presentations into the background noise. but then, their group is called to the front of the class. and what is this? silence? an unfitting silence for the group that was not mindful of the other group's presentations? how odd. but lips begin to speak. slander. offence. "homo's do not have the right to marry" "hobo's should no have the same opportunities of regular people." "killers don't deserve to live a life that I pay for" WHAT? what is this? what are you saying? and WHY.... WHY are people laughing? becasue behind those eyes, I know, deep in my heart, I know you are not laughing, because you are not joking.

Its funny.... with this election, you get to see what people really are on the inside. and I am so very fearful of what my future is going to be if the people that surrond me are running things. some of them have no mercy. some of them have not heard of grace.
it is days like today, people like these girls, most of whom call themselves christians... that make me wonder what Jesus was really like, because you know, Jesus would have been right in there hanging out with the homosexuals, he would have been a hand to the needy, the homeless, he would have befriended the murderer. Jesus would be all those things we are afriad of being.
Deep down, on the inside we are ALL just people. behind the masks, beyond the things we do, all we want is to be loved. But these girls can't see past their own need for perfection, into the heart of others, into the lives of others, because if they could, they would KNOW for certian, that Jesus IS the homosexual, that Jesus IS the Homeless, that Jesus IS the murderer.... Jesus is the man that needs our help, he is the man begging for you to love him with all that you are. And thats what we NEED to do, if we are going to call ourselves Christians.



I dunno... a few things for you to ponder, as my mind wanders.

Laurel