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"Maybe you should tell him to fuck off." I know it's a weird way to start any story, especially with a vulgar word like the 'f' word. (I know there's some little innocent kiddos out there glancing this story over and gaping at the fact that I used it once [IMAGINE if I were to use it twice, oh my the Lord save my soul!]) Anyways, I was in total agreement with Laura and totally wanted to spill the rest of the story but I was cut off as Carly came into the room, her lips put out in one of those "Popular Pouts." That always got the guys attention, the one that made me want to to kick her and tell her to stop acting like such a fucken' slut (Whoops I let it slip out, Los Sientos, Gomen na Sai and for those dumbo's who cannot comprehend another language or use good ol' Google: SORRY!)
"I swear to Jesus I could kill you both." I tried to imagine Carly, the most popular girl in school (well, one of three, Laura and I were in the constant tie with her...) with a damn chainsaw in her hand, now that is amusing!
I don't even know how I sprung to the tight, crowded, and overly perfumed and bitched up spot of popularity...I guess it had to do with my killer looks that were just there, Laura of course helped with make up and Carly with my clothes, and I didn't help them, they were fine off by their own, maybe a mix CD there, a planned double date that would end up with one of them having sex in the back seat...yes I was still miss Virginity here, and I was damn proud of it, I wasn't a fucking slut and no way was I gunna let some bastard prep boy put his greasy hands near my precious cunt (Getting out the cross yet? I know I'm going to Hell, half the damn population is!)
"Car-leh, fuck off home girl." I snapped, picking up the most recent issue of Allure, she glared at me (lips still pushed out) and Laura smiled at me, fixing the diamond studs in her ear.
"Harper, I think I've mention it millions of times but I adore your accent." Laura said, I really liked Laura...she was the closest thing I had to a friend in this fucked up little world of popularity, but I would never...EVER let her find out about my geeky fandom for comic books (both American and Japanese)...that was until we were out of highscool and I was sure I could trust her.
"Gawd, Laura, you say that all the time." Carly cut me off before I could thank Laura (as I usually do when she says that), Laura glared at her.
Now I tried to ignore confrontations with Carly, since she was the top dog even in our three way tie (not that I really cared), but Laura charged right into them like the French troops into No-Man's-Land during World War One...and Carly's attitude was like that of a poison cloud. (Bring your gas masks darling, do they go with your $900 Gucci shoes, no fashion faux-paux please.)
"Fuck off Carly, you little wanna-be, I know those are cheap knock-off shoes."
"EXCUSE ME!" Carly shrieked, I pulled one of Carly's pillows over my head, this is why I hated being the meek one.
"Oh now you have hearing problems too, too much illegal downloads for you?"
"Oh you do too, you whore!"
"WHY THE FUCK ARE Y'ALL FIGHTING OVER MUSIC, OKAY, Almost everyone uses Limewire even though it screws more with your computer than your mother with the mail man." I pointed my finger at Carly, she gaped at me, oops I went to far (and I had no diamond encrusted gas mask for protection, WHITE FLAG PLEASE! Oh wait, it's after labor day...)
"Shut up Harper." She said darkly, no explosion, no spasm of death? Oh shit, I'm so screwed, she's going to hire a P.I. that will find my dorky Naruto under my bed! Oh so help me Jesus in a damn cradle!
"Damn you're screwed, but that was funny." Laura clapped her hands in delight, throwing her dark hair over her shoulder with a simple snap of her neck. Carly's glare got directed at her. "Oh get over yourself, she's not married so it's not a damn crime...plus I will not lie, you've got a smokin' mail man."
"I'd tap that." I cackled, clapping hands with Laura, Carly rolled her eyes but I could tell she was in a good mood.
"Buncha immature perverts."
"We're that great." Laura rolled over and grabbed my discarded magazine, taking a sniff of one of the free perfume samples. "Nasty little samples in these magazines, stench of shit merci "
I snickered, rolling on my stomach and running my hands through my hair...these were my friends, in my fucked up universe...we weren't those popular girls that you hated, no we were too caught up in our own world...we just gave you a small look that said "You'd better not try and copy us, or then we will have to crush you." and they knew better. We were the goddess that everyone liked to look at, everyone envied after. We were able to take everything and tackle it like a football player (all the meanwhile making sure not to break a nail...)
But for once...we weren't prepared for Gabbi Annison to come to our little paradise.
We...are so screwed...

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"Maybe you should tell him to fuck off." I know it's a weird way to start any story, especially with a vulgar word like the 'f' word. (I know there's some little innocent kiddos out there glancing this story over and gaping at the fact that I used it once [IMAGINE if I were to use it twice, oh my the Lord save my soul!]) Anyways, I was in total agreement with Laura and totally wanted to spill the rest of the story but I was cut off as Carly came into the room, her lips put out in one of those "Popular Pouts." That always got the guys attention, the one that made me want to to kick her and tell her to stop acting like such a fucken' slut (Whoops I let it slip out, Los Sientos, Gomen na Sai and for those dumbo's who cannot comprehend another language or use good ol' Google: SORRY!)
"I swear to Jesus I could kill you both." I tried to imagine Carly, the most popular girl in school (well, one of three, Laura and I were in the constant tie with her...) with a damn chainsaw in her hand, now that is amusing!
I don't even know how I sprung to the tight, crowded, and overly perfumed and bitched up spot of popularity...I guess it had to do with my killer looks that were just there, Laura of course helped with make up and Carly with my clothes, and I didn't help them, they were fine off by their own, maybe a mix CD there, a planned double date that would end up with one of them having sex in the back seat...yes I was still miss Virginity here, and I was damn proud of it, I wasn't a fucking slut and no way was I gunna let some bastard prep boy put his greasy hands near my precious cunt (Getting out the cross yet? I know I'm going to Hell, half the damn population is!)
"Car-leh, fuck off home girl." I snapped, picking up the most recent issue of Allure, she glared at me (lips still pushed out) and Laura smiled at me, fixing the diamond studs in her ear.
"Harper, I think I've mention it millions of times but I adore your accent." Laura said, I really liked Laura...she was the closest thing I had to a friend in this fucked up little world of popularity, but I would never...EVER let her find out about my geeky fandom for comic books (both American and Japanese)...that was until we were out of highscool and I was sure I could trust her.
"Gawd, Laura, you say that all the time." Carly cut me off before I could thank Laura (as I usually do when she says that), Laura glared at her.
Now I tried to ignore confrontations with Carly, since she was the top dog even in our three way tie (not that I really cared), but Laura charged right into them like the French troops into No-Man's-Land during World War One...and Carly's attitude was like that of a poison cloud. (Bring your gas masks darling, do they go with your $900 Gucci shoes, no fashion faux-paux please.)
"Fuck off Carly, you little wanna-be, I know those are cheap knock-off shoes."
"EXCUSE ME!" Carly shrieked, I pulled one of Carly's pillows over my head, this is why I hated being the meek one.
"Oh now you have hearing problems too, too much illegal downloads for you?"
"Oh you do too, you whore!"
"WHY THE FUCK ARE Y'ALL FIGHTING OVER MUSIC, OKAY, Almost everyone uses Limewire even though it screws more with your computer than your mother with the mail man." I pointed my finger at Carly, she gaped at me, oops I went to far (and I had no diamond encrusted gas mask for protection, WHITE FLAG PLEASE! Oh wait, it's after labor day...)
"Shut up Harper." She said darkly, no explosion, no spasm of death? Oh shit, I'm so screwed, she's going to hire a P.I. that will find my dorky Naruto under my bed! Oh so help me Jesus in a damn cradle!
"Damn you're screwed, but that was funny." Laura clapped her hands in delight, throwing her dark hair over her shoulder with a simple snap of her neck. Carly's glare got directed at her. "Oh get over yourself, she's not married so it's not a damn crime...plus I will not lie, you've got a smokin' mail man."
"I'd tap that." I cackled, clapping hands with Laura, Carly rolled her eyes but I could tell she was in a good mood.
"Buncha immature perverts."
"We're that great." Laura rolled over and grabbed my discarded magazine, taking a sniff of one of the free perfume samples. "Nasty little samples in these magazines, stench of shit merci "
I snickered, rolling on my stomach and running my hands through my hair...these were my friends, in my fucked up universe...we weren't those popular girls that you hated, no we were too caught up in our own world...we just gave you a small look that said "You'd better not try and copy us, or then we will have to crush you." and they knew better. We were the goddess that everyone liked to look at, everyone envied after. We were able to take everything and tackle it like a football player (all the meanwhile making sure not to break a nail...)
But for once...we weren't prepared for Gabbi Annison to come to our little paradise.
We...are so screwed...