War in Broadway High

8. Pretty in Pink

Chapter 8: Pretty in Pink

Cady.

Cady walked through the back door of Regina's house, or more like mansion, amazed at the size, modern high-class architecture and aggrandized decoration of the place. Almost everything was white. But despite what it must have been worth, it appeared rather cold, with barely any personal touches, like a museum more than a home.

"We'll get ready here and then get to the mall," Regina ordered, heading upstairs followed as usual by the others.

Regina's room was quite different from the rest of the house: still cold, but it was almost completely pink, from the bed covers to the walls and furniture, and it definitely had a lot of her personality, with photos and posters and tons of makeup. Somehow, the excess of pink worked, everything matched perfectly and nothing seemed out of place.

"Your room's really nice," Cady said honestly, looking around.

"I know, right? It was my parents' room but I made them trade me," she explained, and then her tone immediately changed into a growl. "Gretchen, move," she snarled.

The girl was looking at herself in the large mirror, and quickly moved out of the way.

"Sorry!"

Regina stood in the center, Gretchen and Karen on each side, and they all began inspecting themselves in the mirror.

"Ugh, my hips are so wide," Gretchen whined.

"I need to lose three pounds," Regina ran her hands through her hips.

"My ankles look like dog ankles," Karen pouted.

Suddenly, they all turned to Cady, with an expectant look. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, and though a bit surprised, quickly picked up on the gimmick.

"Uh...me too, I'm ugly too," she tried, even though she didn't really believe it. She didn't think she was stunning or anything, but her parents had always taught her to appreciate herself and she didn't really have many self-esteem issues regarding her appearance.

Seeming satisfied with that, the plastics turned back to the mirror. Then a woman burst in, and it was pretty easy to tell she was Regina's mom: she looked just like her, only much older, and clearly trying really hard (and failing) not to look her actual age. She was dressed all in pink, with a hairdo so elaborate and rigid it was pretty much glued to her skull, and an adorable but grumpy-looking chihuahua under her arm.

"OMF, you guys are soooo busted!" she exclaimed.

"Hi, Mrs George!" Gretchen and Karen said in unison.

"Did you fly bitches come in through the garage? I didn't even hear you!"

"Maybe that was on purpose," Regina said curtly.

Unfazed by the harshness, as if it was normal, Mrs George approached Cady. The dog sniffed her, and she happily let it sniff her hand and pet its head.

"And who are you?! We haven't had new meat in our little lady taco in so long!"

"Mom-"

"I'm Cady Heron," Cady smiled. "I just moved here. From Africa."

"Well welcome Cady, welcome to America!" She suddenly looked at the girls with complicity, as if she was one of them. "You'll like it here, I always say, this school district has the highest taxes but the hottest boys, so-"

"Ew," Regina scrunched her face.

"Oh Regina! You'll never guess what I found in the back of your closet!"