Social Status

Author's Note: This piece was inspired by a conversation that I over-heard today going on with one of my friends. This is how I would've stood up to the person. 

"Why don't you have any friends that are boys? Go sit by them," said the she-wolf.

I sat there silent, clenching my fists. My friend didn't deserve to be talked to that way. He had me, I am his friend.

"I don't know," he muttered.

Maybe I should say something, you know, stand up for him. He's too afraid to do it himself. He's been hurt before, why should he have to deal with it again?

I turned around, "You know what? Listen, you don't go talking to people that are 'lower' than you and bash them like that. He has feelings and it's not his fault that he doesn't make friends that easily. It just doesn't happen for everyone and you should be thankful you have friends. It's not his choice how he is. Just leave him alone."

"Way to snap back at me, you---," the she-wolf muttered. 

I cut her off, "People don't like people like you. People are afraid of you because of your social status. Guess what? I'm not. I have the friends that I need, and this world shouldn't have to deal with people like you. You think you're better than everyone else, but news flash. You're not."

"Pfft," the she-wolf spat. 

"Yeah, that's what I thought," I said.