A group of young girls sit at the table, giggling and laughing to themselves. They cluster around one girl in particular – the Birthday Girl. Her identity is as clear as day, she is the centre of attention and today is her day. Presents litter the tables, the wrappings discarded on the quest to find out the identity of the gift, each one is more pretty than the last. She is enjoying the attention, enjoying being the queen bee, at least for today. From her excitement at being fawned over, I would guess she isn’t the resident queen bee. Ah, the usual leader of this particular clique sits in the corner, observing the commotion. She is loathe to relinquish her power, even for a day, and conveys this by sitting on the sidelines – a classic display of clique dynamics. Continue reading
People Watching
12 Sunday Feb 2012
Posted Creative Writing, Prose
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