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Teenage Ghost
The first day of school was like the first week of school. Nothing happened. Evan went to class and studied. He made no attempts to make friends.
Inja Tanoli had taken notice of him. Inja was very popular this year, since she had made head cheerleader. Her parents weren’t quite sure what to make of it, they were immigrants from Pakistan. Inja was first generation American in her family and she was proud of it. She wanted to be the “All American Girl” she had dreamed so much of growing up. She knew what it meant to be the high school princess, to be voted Prom Queen, to hold the title of Head Cheerleader.
She almost felt sorry for her parents who couldn’t understand. Who just couldn’t possibly understand what it meant to be popular. What it meant to be looked up to and adored everywhere you went. To have everyone like you and want to be you. They could never understand what that felt like, or what it meant to have that status.
She wasn’t handed the status either. She had to work long and hard for it. Her parents wouldn’t pay for Cheerleading Camp, she had to learn from friends who took pity on her. She practiced with them after school in their backyards, away from her parents spying and disapproving eyes. She worked hard. It was her story that got her the most votes at try outs. The coaches were impressed with her commitment and resolve. Not mention that she outperformed every other cheerleader.
She studied just as hard on her academics. She was on Honor Roll every year in middle school. She hoped she could still keep her grades up as she entered High School. She also knew the best way to keep her grades up would be to find a boyfriend who also found studying to be prudent way to spend time. That was why she noticed Evan. Every time she saw him, he was studying, or going over class notes.
Inja knew her parents would never approve. This boy could be perfect in every way and they would only see what they wanted to see. They would see an older boy, a sophomore, while their young, impressionable, naive daughter was a mere freshman. They would see what they called a hipster, because the boy dressed in modern fashion and wore his hair trendy. They would see a bad boy, because he was an American and cute. All those things only made him more attractive to her.