Those Girls were Snobs

    It was a game my friends and I played in the cafeteria each day called "People Watch." Every day we would pick a group of people and see if we could spot them. Yesterday it was nerds; the day before, jocks. Today I asked what it would be, and my friend replied in a sly tone, "Snobs."
     It only took a matter of moments before I spotted a group of candidates. "Good choice," my friend told me. We sat at a table next to them and began to observe.
     What first drew me to them was the way they looked. There were five anorexic looking blond-haired girls. Their noses were pointed high in the air as if they were trying to smell airplanes. Rather than eating anything, two were painting their nails a ghastly shade of shocking pink, two were doing their lipstick and powdering their faces, and one was talking on a cell phone to what sounded like her boyfriend in college.
     Just then, a rather shy looking guy came up to one of them and muttered, "Um, hey, I've seen you around, and I was wondering if you were doing anything Friday."
     She gave him a look of hatred and blurted out, "Eew gross, you are such a dork; I'd never have anything to do with your kind of people. Don't ever talk to me again," in a high-pitched voice.
     The guy left as sad as a boy who had lost his puppy. Then the girl turned to her friends, and they started laughing like hyenas.
     "Bring! Bring!" the bell clanged. It was time to get back to class.
     "Mission snob complete," I said to my buddies. We all gave each other high-fives.
     "Same time tomorrow," they told me, and we parted.

The End