"Flash mob. 12 PM. Be there or be LAAAAAAAAAAAME."

I put my phone back in my pocket and smiled. This was it, I thought. This was my chance to be part of the group, for good. I wouldn't let them down this time. Not when they had finally started to accept me. I rushed to my computer and opened the video Jayna had sent me. It was time to learn this dance.

Jayna had never been the most popular girl at school, but she had always been the coolest. With her blue hair and her ever-present messenger bag, the other would-be scenesters and hipsters flocked to her, crowned her as their goddess and their queen. I, with my nerdy glasses and unkempt hair, who had never been quite enough to fit in with any other group, hovered around their edges nervously, as one by one they started to acknowledge my presence. Scott. Sun-Hee. Hanna. Markie. And finally, Jayna had invited me to one of her famous school shenanigans: the flash mob.

I showed up ten minutes before the aforementioned time, waiting nervously for the dance to begin. Finally, it was 12 PM. I started dancing and singing, like planned. "LOSER, LOSER, DOUBLE LOSER, GET THE PICTURE DUHHHH!"

Only, I was alone. This time, I was the loser