The Division

She can't be smart look at her, she's such a slut. He can't possibly be straight he's way too nice. That nerd most definitely has never done a bad thing in her life.
We're all humans. We all make judgments. But, where is the division? The line that separates us from the judgments. The closed minds. The pretenders. The nerds. The losers. The popular crowd. The gamers. When do we all become one?
These judgments have been passed from generation to generation each one more different than the next. What does someone do when they are all of them?
Her long brown hair pulled to the side in a messy ponytail tears streaming down her face as she sat lifeless. Her face blank and expressionless while her mind raced at a million miles an hour. She listened to the rain slam against her window pain; once again she began to hate herself, loathe the cliche she had become. Teen aged girl sobbing silently behind a closed bedroom door on a rainy day. How much more romantic comedy could you get?
Worst of all she wasn't excluded. So many kids her age were out killing themselves because they were being bullied or beaten or left out and she was the weak one willing to end it all. For what? Because she had too much going for her. Because she didn't know where she belonged because she was lost in the crowd. She had everything she needed. But what she wanted was a place to call her own. She needed a division.