Fairytale vs. Reality

People buzz around me. The school cafeteria, the home of cliques, cults, and prep squads. Unfortunately for my peers, I don't fit into anyone of the groups they have formed. The nerds sit on the opposite side of the cafeteria than the geeks, and the jocks sit with the cheerleaders in the middle. If you accidentaly call a geek a nerd or vice versa,there will be hell to pay. Oh, and don't you dare sit with the jocks and cheerleaders, unless your invited to their table. The consequence of that is social death. I am too obliviant for the nerds, too clumsy for the jocks/cheerleaders, and too bookish for the geeks. So I sit in the far corner, an outcast, alone. I don't really mind though. Solitude is my fortress - silence my strength. I sit with my nose in a book, disinterested with the food on my plate. Books make it easier to avoid the staring. My peers watch me, waiting for me to reveal some piece of information about myself. Every student looking for secrets I don't have. Each group waiting for me to be claimed by one clique or another. They will be disappointed. I am a loner. I feel like a character in a book. When the lines of reality blur, it seems as though I'm a prom queen in the making. The outcast waiting for her make-over, Cinderella before the ball. The drama around me seems distant and unreal. Characters from my books have become more relatable than the person sitting a table away. Why do the fairytales seem more realistic than reality?