Your Pretty Face Won't Get You Anywhere

Chapter 27-🎵Jingling keys, jingling keys, jingling keys rock🎵

I checked my computer. Once I opened it and logged in, a huge number of assignments were on my computer, blocking everything else and making it lag. Ooopsie daisies. I clicked on the delete button and deleted the hundreds of things, then I relaxed. Give me a holiday. There were around 100 of them, and I had luckily put them all in the trash. The good thing was, you could delete them without the teacher knowing. So literally everyone except for the nerds did that. Why on Planet Earth would anyone even BOTHER doing the work given by our teacher? Cleda barged into my room. "Wagwan fam, how's it goin' being short?" "Nothin." She jingled her keys as she walked across my room and looked out of the window. "Wanna help me make a tiktok? I recorded them making my pink strawberry drink. Like, they totally didn't mind. OMG." "What?" Cleda leaned in and then picked up her keys. "Girlies night out to go to the club. Wanna co-wait you have to. Come on! You have to because you're a girl anyway." "Nah fam, I'd rather watch Netflix." "Oh my gawd Sona! Seriously! Ugh! Come!" She pulled me up, her keys jangling and clanking again. "No!" I started wriggling and throwing a tantrum, but a minute later I was listening to Talor Swift's 'Shake It Off' while being squeezed in a car with like six other human female people. I haven't made contact with other people in years. All I do is watch the telly or eat or sleep or use Insta, Snap, Reddit and Discord. Facebook is for the oldies that are going to die tomorrow. Then Cleda turned back from driving while applying her lipgloss then she started to speak.  "Sona, I know you are in pyjamas and we are all in sparkly dresses, but you are supposed to party! By the way, this is Shannon, Olivia, Peace, Kylie, Jass and here's me-the sixth. So let's crank up the noise!" Then everyone started to jump around as the car turned violently, and everyone started singing. "I'm gonna shake it off! Shake it off! (Woohoo!) I'm gonna shake it off! Gonna shake it off!"

After ages, we came to a club called Gothic Friendly. Nice. Once I walked inside, Cleda pulled me into the toilets. "Take this dress bitch! By the way, I need to do my mascara and lipgloss. Trust me, you'll need it too. You're ready now huh?" I slowly undressed in a cubicle, then squeezed into the tight red dress. It had a choker attached to it with a see-through piece of fabric, and it had no arms. It also was really small, so it barely covered my men's undies-yes, men's. Then Cleda slid some sparkly dark red heels which I barely fitted into. I came out, with flesh pouring out of every nook and cranny. Even foot flesh poured out! Cleda pushed me in and gave me a bigger version so that I didn't look like I was wearing a 3-year old's dress, Gillian would look nice in it. Then I came out, actually looking decent. It was still 'small', just to look stylish, so I moaned the whole way to the dancefloor. Cleda threw some dark red lipstick at me and I barely caught it. I slowly put it on, an idiot like me would have no idea what lIpStIcK is/was. She snatched it from me, then rubbed out the smear vigorously, then she quickly put it on again. "There, asshole. Wanna grab a drink?" "Sure!" Cleda rushed over to the vending machine while I carefully trotted in my high heels. Then she took out her purse and rummaged for two years when I dug into my undies pocket, took out a card, then showed it to the screen. Immediately, a massive coke bottle and two large crisp packets fell out of the bottom flap and landed on the platform underneath, and I picked it up carefully. Cleda's jaw dropped. "Duh, my undies are the perfect place." Then I whispered. "Especially men's."  "No no no, how did you get a card? Like, all vending-oh wait yea this is from Peacock Vending bla bla bla and that is your daughter company. Don't mind if I use it? Like to buy stuff?" "Nope. It won't work. It only works for my company Toucan & Co, Peacock and will work for any future companies." I replied, my voice not whispering, but still quite lowered. I hoped nobody would recognise me, and one of the 'Twin Millions/aires' or Toucan & Co's CEO. Shannon was throwing up in the toilets from drinking so much, Olivia was singing so badly and loudly in the toilets while taking a shit that China could hear it, Peace was trying to straighten her big afro with her leg, Kylie and Jass were taking selfies together to post on Instagram (they were identical twins except for the moles on their foreheads-only Jass had one) and here we were talking about vending machines and undies. Interesting as shit I'd say.