moment of grace

So you know how in High School Musical at the end they all come together with this huge song and forget all their differences and you get goosebumps from the touchy-feely ness of it? I call this happy go lucky ending in movies a moment of grace. We all know that it won't stay that way and eventually things will go back to normal, but for one moment in time, everyone is friends with everyone. Out of everything I want I think that is what I want. My grade is more like the movie Mean Girls... we are all separated into little cliques that stay as far away from each other as possible for fear of being made fun of or humiliated. It's a rough process. I accept my band geek title, as do the whores accept theirs, and the nerds accept theirs. It's almost like an instinct why we do this. When you have your little group, you are cocooned in safety. But say I walk up to one of those popular girls in my grade. They would either A. laugh in my face, B. fake it and make fun of me later or C. just ignore me completely. It's almost like I'm not worthy. Then again, I'd be expected to do the same thing, say an outcast walked up to me. Maybe I want to talk about boys with a popular and an outcast at the same time. Because, really, we are all human, and sectioning ourselves off into little things doesn't help anything. Don't get me wrong, I would be morbidly embarrassed if a song came on out of the heavens and we all knew the words and dance moves (I'm an awful dancer). That is only in the movies. All I'm trying to say here is, I'm nice to whoever talks to me, and accept them. I don't follow the status quo. If we could all just come together, for one day, even one lunch period, I would be the happiest girl alive. I would've lived a moment of grace.