Reversed (On Hold For Now)

Chapter 3-Krissy's POV

"Who is it? Who is the b'tch that parked in my parking space?!" I demanded from my two best friends as we took our place on stage in the choir room.

Sandy pursed her lips and shook her head making her dirty blond ponytail swish back and forth. It even made the 'swish' sound reminding me of when you spin a jump rope around really fast...until it ends up flying out of your hand and hitting someone. That was always my favorite part.

She didn't know. I let out a huff, of course she didn't know. Sandy was super shy and always kept to herself, and I was OK with that, more limelight for me. But it could sometimes get super annoying when I needed information.

It was a good thing I had the worlds biggest gossip ever as one of my best friends.

Lottie.

I turned towards her ready for a complete interrogation but she beat me to it. With an excitedly evil gleam in her eye, she proceeded to tell me exactly who that b'tch was.

"Her name is Amelia Thompson, she just moved here from Montana," Lottie said as if she was reading off of a paper. "And well she's sort of...how do I put this?"

"My God Lottie! Just spit it out! She's sort of what?!" I demanded absolutely frustrated.

"Well, she's gorgeous, like, stunning." She said putting a little more emphasis on the word 'stunning.'

I glared at her. "She's what?" I exclaimed. "What exactly does she look like?" I seethed.

"Well, she has thick, long raven black hair. Big round eyes," she made a her hands into a circle around her own brown eyes for emphasis. "That are the brightest shade of green you'll ever see, and she has the body of a supermodel, but that's not even the worst part. She's nice."

Nice? Nice?! She can't be nice! Sandy must have noticed the look of pure terror and hatred that flashed across my face because she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but got caught off as the choir teacher, Ms. Sampson came in.

I pointed to Ms. Sampson's retched looking clothes and then made a gagging motion. Lottie and Sandy slightly nodded their heads in agreement with me.

Ms. Sampson was wearing a shirt that looked like it belonged in the 80s, which it probably did with its bizarre zebra pattern and clashing colors. But what made it worse was that she paired it with some bohemian looking skirt with sequins in the shape of a flower on it. Holy sh't, does she get dressed in the dark every morning, because it sure seemed like it.

I don't get it, she actually has the potential to be pretty, with her porcelain skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. She just covered it all up with her librarian glasses and poorly put on makeup.

"Okay everyone," Ms. Sampson sang, an annoying habit of hers. "As you all know, we have a show that about a month away," At this everyone clapped but she held up her hand for silence. "And we need to choose and practice the songs that we'd like to sing. Does anyone have any suggestions?"

The murmuring spread like wild fire as everyone thought of songs that they'd like to sing.

"Talk Dirty to Me!" Someone yelled from across the room.

"We Can't Stop!" Someone else suggested.

My God, why was everyone so stupid. I obviously needed to take the lead on this one.

"Ms. Sampson," I said smiling. "I believe that was should sing Ain't No Mountain High Enough as our, shall I say, old people song and for our more modern song, Ghost. Right girls?" I turned to look at my two friends.