Fliss was decent, I would say. She was my friend so good by association of course. She threw punches fairly well, if not a little weakly. Fliss nodded at everything I said, like a good old sidekick. She often styled her hair with a little bit of glitter, and pulled looks from some guys with a very interesting shade of pink-ish blue lip balm. And of we were, chatting about Tommy's new friend Sandrine, as we lumbered on to our new classes.
We piled in and swung on ropes for a bit. There was huge pads, from which we could swing on huge ropes on the ceiling. I gripped the rope, and felt myself swing backwards....and right into the wall, which was padded thank god. I literally landed on one like 10 m away, and then all of us were trying to jump on eachothers pad. I swung from one for about 3 minutes, and then dunked onto the floor. Ouch. After 40 minutes, the ropes were seriously chafing my hands.
Dude was looking at me. Apparently I wasn't looking good for the pre-game shoots. Good lord, I thought we weren't going to have to do those, for some reason. He said that I'd need a manicure. I'm not a fucking hand model. Apparently we would all have to sign up for these things now.
Everyone looked like deers in the headlights. I mean, none of us were preparing to look hot for all of this. Fliss gulped. She squeaked and stood up as she was called in the first batch. She waddled towards the room, and I saw her sit down on one of the chairs. They first, of course, washed out the amateur kiddy glitter from her hair. They put on some weird mustard looking colour, not too many shades from poop, then flushed it all off in a water bath. They took out a gorgeous dress for her too, a long sparkly silvery pleated dress, kind of like rivlets, the pleats were. They pasted some nice pinky rosey blush on her cheeks, and put some of those awful sparkles on there as well.
She got some sparkly nailpolish to boot. In the back of the cabinet was a poopy colour, forbidden, named "Experiment 2.0". Nathaniel looked nervously at the forbidden substance.
And...I'm not gonna talk about myself I obviously looked fantastic.
We all were very awkward getting our very attractive pictures taken, my hair was sparkly as Barbie Glitter sin, dipped in gold. Doonja was being Alpha and pushed me in. A beautiful done up shiny room, to reflect my wonderful face to the high-end cameras. I did a subtle pose. Fantastic-o. Nathaniel asked excitedly if we could do a pre wedding shoot, and then looked around, realising his accidental slip, and slinked away, and then a nice checkered looking booth with peoples sinuous silhouettes (backgrounds kept changing), and then the background of a man killing a poop, and then I had to hug a pole. They showed a few bewildered shots of me, as I trembled. Near the end, becoming more conscious, I did my signature scowl. The real, wonderful wolfy me.
After that I was exhausted. Nathaniel slinked back in after his little stupidity. He was *amazing* at this. I mean, woah. The guy was made to stare smouldering at the camera, I saw the muscles in his back move the slightest teeniest bits to give serious results. He did the most wonderful subtle poses on his ever-equilibriumed muscly physique. Fliss was fairly good, she did VERY well in fact, she did the most wonderful delicate pixie poses I'd ever fucking seen.
Of course later a very gratifying movie-esque scene happened. After the first photoshoots, everyone chose their nice little activities. All the others did their fake movie fights, but I wanted to do rope swinging. Suddenly, because the best fall as well, I landed flat on my face. Okay, I got back up and saw the ever-achieving Trio come up, Zelda, Afrigo, and Rufus. The whole room went silent, as I looked them on. They muscled towards me. But they were no match for a person with monkey powers. Never. I grabbed the rope and swung round them, and slammed on to the pad next to them. I didn't know what I was doing, but they all whipped round, looking at me amused.
I stand up straight. "Cowards. What, you don't like that a girl is better than you?" I say. "Fucking morons." They left in a hurry, possibly scared of my semi-peaceful stance, or maybe because Tommy was coming my way and everyone thought we were doing a thing. Anyway...Doonja was the one who came by and said I was "rad". She was one of those super friendly, rough, tough girls, with a raspy kind of voice, black hair tied back, you know. Respect.
As we all sat huddled round during tea time, I, a well rounded ape, was now reading one of my signature pretentious books, by some French guy with a last name like "Estuit", or "Estoit", something exotic, because I'm doing my whole MC thing, no one can match me. I put my bookwormy nozzle in the book, look deep into the meanings of the deep-ish depth of the deeply words. Nathaniel pointed at me, to say, "rad book". I smiled back. Others, as usual, le plebians, thought I was some weirdo because of my high French intellect, but I always enjoyed books that had very unusual titles. Critically acclaimed, but awful.
I sit down comfortably with a second book called Trapeze Artists and A Journey Into Physical Mechanics Of The Artist.
But before I'm well into the pages, I hear some feminine chatter, and a flap of hair slaps someone. Three women are strutting hard. And from the corner of my eye I see Betchley's wolfish eyes looking at me.
She came super close, and clapped in my face. "What are you doing here, FoxPoop?" she snarled.
"Uh...Betchley, I have every right to be here. I know you're jealous."
Betchley raised her eyebrows. "I'm not jealous of a poor little worm like yourself. Y'all shit on the floor am I right?"
"Oh....I'm competitive, you want me to do something with you?"
She snarled, with laughter. "No, thanks!"
I say. "Hell no. Lets do a fight. Whoever loses is less attractive- I mean, can't poop for 3 days."
Betchley frowns, puts a hand on her hip and looks at her two minion female friends. "Lets see how you dance."
"Yeah" I said, too quickly. I looked round at Fliss who was waving her hands at me, telling me to avoid this.
But Betchley was already nervous and being prepped. She looked around at me awkwardly as she waved at her minions. They were emptying the middle of the cafeteria. I was walking away, but I stopped at the back of the cafeteria, and looked curiously.
"LET'S GO GIRLS. a ONE and a TWO and a THREE". Betchley's friends whipped off to either side of her. They did a nice pirhouette with their skirt flooping around. And they do a marvellous little leap.
Nathaniel's jaw drops in awe, and I squirm. An explosion of horrific dance came into fruition, the most generic hand flailing movements that they teach to 6 year old wanna be princess pop stars. The fake microphone using a condom was even worse. They ruined the perfect Sugababes mimicry with virulent jazz hands. I mean they weren't awful just incredibly uninspired. The most horrific dancing I've ever seen. I wish I had a camera. It was marvellous how they just lost. Okay, they were okay, it just would have been cool if they sucked more. They've been watching their Youtube videos. Wonderfully uncreative. Two of the girls, followers and loyal to Betchley slide their useless asses out of the field of stage, and Betchley does kissy faces slap bang in our view. Properly centered. It's time for Betchley's much-awaited solo.
Suddenly Fliss came in like lightning and charged into them, breaking the three up, and Betchley swivelling out of center stage. The crowd is frozen. Seeing this, I'm about to leave.
"Betchley, that was great!" said Nate encouragingly as I ran.
I could only imagine the gushing Betchley would do next, running around Nate in circles, her cheeks crimson and exploding with excitement. So here I paused, and came running back. Betchley screamed with laughter. I was about to charge at her when they all fell back like a group of fish being displaced. "Stay. Away. From. My. Hot. Boyfriend." I squealed. Betchley looked around wildly.
Her friends began dragging her away, as Doonja came out of nowhere trying to calm me down. "It's okay, babe." She looked a little frightened at my wonderful wolfish screams.
Suddenly a loud voice flashed through the speakers, and the cameras began blinking tremorously. We all whipped around.
"The games will be starting in a month. Please keep trying hard in your academics, but keep in mind that that the testing will soon begin."
