Hi, my name is Blair King, and there’s one thing you should know about me: I’m popular. Well, it was always like this. Since middle school, everyone worships the ground I walk on. I have two friends, Grace and Cassie. Grace is the smart one, she’s the one who happily takes notes for me and does my homework. Cassie on the other hand, not so smart. But she gives good fashion advice, so I let her stick around. Plus, her parents are super rich, so every spring break they’ll definitely bring us somewhere expensive.
I walked around the cafeteria towards our special spot, only we can sit there. I saw Heather walk past me and I “accidentally” spilled my juice all over her. It was hilarious, funniest thing I’ve ever done.
“Oops! Sorry, I didn’t see you,” I said mockingly, “Do you want some napkins?”
I smiled wickedly as I watch her run, probably to cry in a toilet stall or something, so pathetic. I pity her actually. She’s so ugly, and she’s completely alone. No one wants to talk to her, not even the average losers. She’s the loser of the losers.
I was walking down the hallway with Grace and Cassie when I heard someone call my name. It was Ms. Morrison, our school’s Counselor.
I rolled my eyes, turned around, put a fake smile and said, “Yes, Ms?”
“Come with me please, I’d like to talk to you” said Ms Morrison.
She led me to the counseling room, she sat down on one of the chairs and I sat down on the chair across from it.
“I’m sorry miss, but what’s this about?” I asked
“You know exactly what it’s about, Blair” she said, “It’s about Heather.”
“Oh. Her. What about her?”
“Well, you’ve been reportedly bullying her. We wouldn’t like that in our campus, Ms. King. Do you have a reason to do so?”
I thought about it for a while, of course there are reasons. So many of them, actually.
“Oh don’t get me started. First of all, that girl is so weird. Her outfit is just a no no, and usually losers are smart, but she’s not. She’s just pathetic, that’s why no one wants to hang out with her.”
“So, the reason that you bully her is because she’s different from everyone else?”
“Well, usually different is good, but her? No. She’s just purely weird”
I said, nodding my head as Ms. Morrison proceeded to make tea. Some type of tea. She’s adding weird leaves to it? Whatever, it smells quite nice anyway.
“Well, okay then. Anyway, you seem worked up by all that talking, here have some tea” she said, handing me a cup of tea.
I happily took the tea and said “Why thank you, I’m thirsty,”
I took the cup in my hands and sipped the tea. Once I swallowed the tea, I started to feel dizzy, and my vision became slightly blurry.
“No offense miss, but what’s in that tea? It was horrible, maybe I should—”
Then everything went black.
I woke up seeing nothing but fog. Wherever I am, it was really foggy. Thankfully, I always brought a flashlight with me. I turned on the flashlight and straight ahead, I saw a forest. So I walked towards it, but stopped immediately when I realized a ravine was in between. Thank God I stopped. I would’ve fallen into the ravine if I didn’t. I then proceeded to look around but frowned when there was no one in sight. Where am I? Am I completely alone?
I looked around, but saw nothing. I saw a cave though. So I went in it. But when I went in, a fire suddenly appeared. I jumped as a part of the ground burst into flames. Something is really odd about this place. It soon turned dark, but still no one is sight. I curled up and lean my head against the cold, hard cave. I was wearing nothing but a thin sweater and jeans. Honestly, I was scared. I had no one. Soon, my eyelids started to feel heavy, and I slowly fell to a deep sleep.
I woke up with a jerk. I was back at the counseling room again. Across from me I see Ms. Morrison smiling, satisfied.
“Had a fun time?” she asked,
“What was that? Why did you do it?” I asked.
“Let’s say, to give you a taste of your own medicine. Now you know what if feels like to be completely alone, no one having your back. Just like Heather.”
Realization hit me. Is that what she really felt like?
“I assume, now you know what to do.” Ms. Morrison said with a pointed look.
Nodding my head I said, “Yes I do, thank you.”
I went out of the counseling room right on time. There she was, putting things in her locker. I walked up to her and leaned on the locker next to hers. She looked up at me with fear in her eyes.
“What do you want, Blair?” she asked, “Don’t you think I had enough already?”
“I came here to apologize,” the shock in her eyes were clear, she didn’t expect this.
“Since when does Blair King apologize?”
I rolled my eyes and said, “Look, I’m sorry. What I did wasn’t right. I realize that now” “So, are we good?”
She thought for a while before nodding her head and said,
“Yeah, we’re good.”
And that, my friends is how I transformed from a mean, typical popular girl to a nicer one. All because of tea.