Introduction

6th Grade

Prettiest Girl: JaneCarter "JC" Smith Mixing athleticness and prettiest! BTW cutest nickname!

 Ugliest Girl: Bonnie Rockfeller I guess you didn't get your share of the "good" genes!

Cutest Boy: James Cohen Another line of cute Cohen's coming up!

Ugliest Boy: Gordon Clark Jerk, nerd, and now ugly! Congrats.

 

7th Grade

Prettiest Girl: Emily Cross  Three words. HOT HOT HOT!

Ugliest Girl: Bailey McEvans Being mean doesn't mean your pretty.

Cutest Boy: Chase Henderson Two times in a row!

Ugliest Boy: Jimmy Chandler Try combing your hair once in a while. There is also a thing called a shower.

 

8th Grade

Prettiest Girl: Lauryn Tran Get a new boyfriend, Queen of Riverwood!

Ugliest Girl Kimberly Carter Weight Watchers is waiting for you!

Cutest Boy: Josh Rockfeller All hail King of Riverwood!

Ugliest Boy: Drew Thompson You're girlfriend needs higher standards. 

 

Chapter One

Tuesday

 

JC

 

As I walked into school, with Bonnie, an older girl ran past us, crying. We watched her run down the hall holding on to a light blue envelope. “Drama queen,” Bonnie whispered. I nodded back silently in agreement as we headed to our lockers.

               “I like how you did you hair today,” Bonnie said, smiling.

               “Yeah, I’m trying something new,” I replied.

               I wore my hair in a messy bun with a sweater, sweatpants and UGGS. I looked at what Bonnie wore. Her hair was down and she was wearing a turtleneck under her V-neck sweater. She wore jeans and sneakers. Defiantly making a fashion statement. I waved goodbye as we separated to go to our lockers.

               As I put my stuff away in my locker, a blue envelope laid at the bottom of my locker. Just like the one that girl had. I gently picked it up and was about to open it when Bonnie came running in my direction, clutching on to her things, but also holding the same blue envelope. “You got one too?” I asked.

               “Yeah. I wonder what it is,” Bonnie said.

               “Well lets open them.”

               I tired opening my envelope, but I struggled and ripped bits of it. I looked at Bonnie embarrassed. She had opened her envelope perfectly fine. “You’re so perfect,” I said laughing as I gestured her envelope then mine.

               “No….I’m not. Especially to the people who wrote this,” Bonnie said showing the piece of paper.

               Prettiest girl: JaneCarter “JC” Smith Mixing athletic and prettiest! BTW cutest nickname!

               Bonnie Rockfeller: I guess you didn’t get your share of the “good genes!”

               “Bonnie! What is that?!” I tore open my envelope seeing that I had the exact same paper. When I looked up, Bonnie was staring in my mirror.

               “Bonnie, you’re not ugly.”

               “No, JC. You’re not ugly. I am.”

               “Shut up! That’s not true! Whoever wrote this is probably jealous and has no life!”

               Bonnie shook her head. “I know what this is. My brother told me about this. Some unknown person writes a list of the prettiest, ugliest, and the cutest boys and girls. They do it for each grade, then everybody in the whole school gets one and the teachers don’t care.”

               I let that sink in. Being an only child, I didn’t have brother or sister to tell me this. “But what doesn’t mean when it said you didn’t get your share of the good genes?” I asked.

               “Look on your paper. Eighth grade. Cutest boy,” Bonnie replied.

               I followed her directions and there her older brother’s name in the cutest boy section. “Bonnie! It doesn’t matter what this stupid paper says I’ll find out who wrote this for you.”

“Why would you care? You were named the prettiest girl in sixth grade!” Bonnie said, as she began to walk away. When she was halfway down the hall she turned around and said, “By the way, congrats.” Then she turned the corner.

               I didn’t know what to do. Bonnie wasn’t ugly and that was a fact. Sure she needed a little more fashion sense but it didn’t matter. The bell suddenly began to ring. I was late for class again.

              

              

               

 

Chapter Two

Emily

I sat in class doodling, while Mr. Osborne went on about some science topic. I couldn’t focus after being named the prettiest girl in seventh grade. I obviously didn’t deserve it. There were so many other girls prettier than me. Also, Bailey McEvans was named the ugliest, which I was happy about. She was a bich to me and she deserves it.

               “Emily? How about you answer this one,” Mr. Osborne said.

               “Umm…..”

               “Chloroplast,” the girl next to me said.

               “Uh chloroplast?” I said.

               “Correct,” Mr. Osborne said giving me a satisfied look, as he continued with the lesson.

               I turned my head and gave the girl a smile. She smiled back and mouthed congrats. I tore my page of doodles and began taking notes until the rest of class.

               Science finally ended with the bell ringing. I looked at my five pages of notes, feeling accomplished. I packed my things and headed to my friend'’ locker so we could walk to our next class together.  “Emily? A little help?” my friend asked, as I approached her locker.

               I rolled my eyes as I put in her combination. “Oh Kenz, will you ever learn?” I said in a jokingly manner.

               “Thanks! Well, you know me! The dumb blonde!” McKenzie said as she got her binders out.

               “You’re not dumb! Also, will you please decorate my locker? Yours is so perfect!” I begged McKenzie.

               “Sure. I’m going to ‘Mckenzify’ your locker!” she said smiling.

               “Hey look who it is! The prettiest girl in seventh grade!”

               I turned around, immediately regretting I did.

               “What do you want Bailey?” I asked.

               “We’re just here to congratulate you, right girls?” she said asking her little posse of girls.

“I mean after all you are pretty lucky to be the prettiest girl. With looks like those, I’m pretty sure a blind person wrote this year’s Hot or Not list.” Bailey added snickering.

               You’re just jealous,” McKenzie said, closing her locker.

               “And your just dumb,” Bailey said right back.

               “Need to feel better about yourself do we?” I asked.

               Bailey scowled at me. “All I’m saying is that you should be grateful.” With that she walked away with her posse.

               I sighed rolling my eyes. “She’s such an asshole,” I muttered.

               “Yeah,” McKenzie agreed as we walked off to our next class.

                

              

 

 

Chapter Three

Gordon

So far today I counted 30 odd stares directed at me. Just because a stupid piece of paper says I’m ugly, doesn’t mean I actually am. Plus it’s the brains that count. I glanced at two girl whispering to each other and looking at me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked up to them and began to yell right in there faces.

“WHY DON”T YOU TAKE YOUR GOSSIP SOMEWHERE ELSE?! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE CALLED THE UGLIEST? HUH? SO YOU CAN STOP WHISPERING ABOUT ME AND TALK ABOUT YOUR OWN DAM LIFE?!"

               Feeling satisfied, I walked away and heard one of the girls mutter, “Uh rude!”

               I would go back and yell at them again but I didn’t want to be late for English. As I walked into the English room, I remembered that today I got to share my presentation about the book I was reading. I first waited for another boy to go. When the teacher, Miss Johnson asked for comments about the boy’s presentation I raised my hand.

“Gordon, do you have some compliments about Charlie’s presentation?” Miss Johnson asked.

               “More like advice. I thought the presentation was poor and lacked details and facts. It had creativity which was good. Also, too many personal connections. Nobody cares about that. All they care about are the facts.”

               “Gordon, I was looking for positive feedback. Not negative. I think you should apologize to Charlie and say something nice about his presentation,” Miss Johnson said.

               “But wouldn’t that be lying Miss Johnson? If I said sorry when I’m actually not?” I asked Miss Johnson innocently.

               “Never mind Gordon. Charlie you may sit down. I think it was a lovely presentation. Gordon you’re next.”

               As I walked up towards the front of the class, I heard someone whisper, “Jerk.” I rolled my eyes and began my presentation. After 25 minutes, Miss Johnson stopped me. “Gordon, could you begin wrapping your presentation up please? We are running short on time.”

               “Yes ma’am. There is still so much you need to know though!” I said.

               Miss Johnson gave me her serious look and I finished my presentation. The bell rang and everyone ran out of the class room. I took my time and Miss Johnson approached me. "Gordon? I didn't appreciate your behavior today. You were very rude to your peers and me."

"I'm sorry ma'am. I don't what got into me." I replied trying to seem innncoent.

"I know your classmates might not be as smart as you are, but please try to be respectful. Here's a pass to your next class," Miss Johnson said handing me a bright blue sticky note. 

I smiled and took the pass. She was right. I am smarter than the other students and it doesn't matter if I'm uglier.

              

 

              

 

 

Chapter Four

Kimberly

 Weight watchers is waiting for you? 

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