The next morning I walked up to the stairs where they were waiting on me. Alice handed me and envelope and said that it had the name of my victim in it. The way she used the word Victim made me feel a lot worse about what I was about to do to someone. When I read it I almost threw up.
I was standing at my locker just staring at the name, im not sure why really, I guess I thought maybe if I stared at it long enough it would change or something. But it didn’t and I grew sicker and sicker about it.
“whats that?” devin said grabbing it out of my hand. I watched his face grow with confusion. “why does this have Morgan’s name on it? Ella What the fuck is this!?”
“its nothing!” I shouted grabbing it back.
“youre a liar!” he yelled back at me.
“DEVIN JUST FORGET IT!” I screamed. I saw Nate walking by and he looked at me
“woah kids, whats wrong did he steal your crayons?” nate chuckled to himself. Typical dumbass remark. I looked at devin and he turned to walk away after he shook his head at me.
“fuck off, Nate.” I said rolling my eyes.
“geeze, im only joking” he said “im sorry. Are you okay?”
“im fine!” I yelled slamming my locker shut. And with that I stormed off.
At lunch I clicked across the café in my heals I was forced to wear today and sat down next to Cailin at the barbie’s table.
“so,” alice said “I assume you guys both read who your victim is”
‘yeah about that” I interrupted her.
“is there a problem?” stella asked.
“you see im really good friends with morgan, I just cant do that to her” I sighed.
“puhlease bree, you cant stay friends with her while youre in the barbies anyways” Claire said.
“well why not?” I said back forcefully.
“oh come on, look at her” alice said. I glanced over at Morgan. I knew exactly why not. Morgan was wearing her typical attire. She had on an old shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Her hair looked barely brushed and her glasses were crooked on her face. She had her head buried into some book most likely about something boring and higher level than a freshman should be reading.
“she’s a good person” I said shaking my head.
“look,” alice reached her hand across the table for mine “ im sure she is but shes not exactly on our level. If you want to be one of us, You have to forget about her.”
I wanted to be one of them. Its only a week of being a bitch I guess. And Morgan will understand. Deep down I knew she wouldn’t. but telling myself she would made me feel better. That night I thought of all the ways I could hurt Morgan. She always would complain of her weight so id figure that would be an easy one. I thought about Danny, this guy she has been crushing on forever. Getting with him would for sure would upset her. Plotting against the only girl ive actually ever been best friends with felt horrible but at the same time it gave me this weird rush. It gave me a false confidence, no wonder mean girls think their shit don’t stink. They have all this confidence from just tearing someone down.
