A social eclipse is what I call it. A social eclipse that I am not a part of. The school is like an enormous social flower, and with the spring comes the blooming of the blossom. Sadly, I am a dead leaf decomposing in the dirt, the soil nobody has gratitude for. But, like the mulch I am, I help boost the flower's growth.

   I do little things - write positive articles about people and clubs for the school website, compliment students I see in the halls, help kids in the younger grades with their work... But because I am not a fashion inspiration, because I do not hang out with certain people, the blossom views me from above only as what I appear: dirt. They don't value me, even though I help them so often. Some of them don't even glance my way. But what should a piece of dirt like me expect from a blooming, beautiful social flower? Exactly. I deserve nothing. Nothing. Not even the occasional glance.