Welcome Freshmen…On Figment

What’s the first thing someone sees when they discover Figment? YOUR stories! Everyday, five fig-tastic stories get a special 24-hour feature on our homepage. In case you didn’t catch them at first glance, here are the stories on today’s homepage and a little insight behind the daily theme.

It’s back to school time! Which means new teachers, new schedules, and new students. High school can be tough—especially for freshmen. These five stories are all about being at the bottom of high school pecking order.

Drama Class by Nikita
The stage lights cast a fierce glow,
And it’s almost painful to look at him.
A senior.
His hair’s mussed, he’s wearing pajama pants.
But I think he’s perfect.
So sweet, adorable, dramatic and mature when he wants to be.
It’s impossible.
Because I’m a freshman.

Bonding in the Struggle by Charity Ingle
I used to love that house. My favorite place to be. Until I found out the secret. Now it’s full of empty promises and lies.
    My best friend Jamie was at my house one day. “Jake,” I called to my brother, “have you kissed Ronni yet?” Jamie giggled beside me. I loved to tease my brother.
    Jake didn’t reply. I knew he’d heard me. “Jake, answer me.” I said to him, while looking at Jamie in anticipation of his answer.
   “Make me!” he yelled from his room down the hall. 

Ocean Girl by Adelia
As I was frequently reminded by my two older sisters, the first day of high school was supposedly a nightmare. I believed their every word about its horrors. Our family was not known for its good fortune. Except for my dad, he was the one with all the luck. 

Double Love by ⓗⓐⓝⓝⓐⓗ ⓢⓐⓨⓢ hi!
Leo looked at her outfit, mentally comparing it to Elizabeth’s. Today they were taking a math end-of-year final. Or rather, Elizabeth was taking Leo’s end-of-year final. She hated wearing such low-thread count items, but one must sacrifice things in order to succeed in school. After all, she hadn’t even studied!

To Reach the Top by ~*Dana*~
Freshman year. It was the real thing, it was what mattered. The people you chose to be a group of reflected who you wanted to be. There were the band people, there were the geeks, there were the average people, there were the creepy gangsters, and there were the popular people. The people on top. Choose to be with these people… choose to be popular. It was that simple.
    At least, that’s what Ana had heard.

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