He wants to join the best clique, but he is stuck with this bunch of losers.
"I guess that makes you a loser too," Kipper says, punching him on the arm.
Kipper is cool in a very uncool kind of way.
He is not popular, but at the same time, some of the kids in the Best Clique seem to respect him, some. They don't even look at me, but I see them nodding at Kipper. He never nods back, just looks through them.
He doesn't seem to give a crap about what people think of him, which gives him a kind of power, I guess.
He grins, showing off gaps where teeth should be.
"You care too much," he says, standing up and wiping the grass cuttings from his trousers. "Come on! Let's go have some fun."
I stand up and follow in his wake. I watch as people in front of Kipper either step out of his way and scowl, or stand back and smile and nod.
How does he do that?
I met Kipper on my first day at this shithole of a school. He just came up to me, gave me a light punch on the arm and said, "Hey, new kid!"
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