chapter two - anita

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At least I have a friend.

     Her name is Barbara Denning, or, 'Barbarella', as I've been told. The class seemed nice, I guess. Except when they called that girl 'Double Denim', earlier. I don't know what that was about.

     I was taken aback when I saw her, though. Pretty mousy, blonde-ish hair and pale skin, with huge glasses accessorising her face. There was a lollipop sticking out of her mouth that she was sucking on, and she was the first I noticed when I walked in. She looked at me, too. In a weird way, though. I didn't know if she was trying to analyse me or something, but it felt like it.

     "Hey, can we go talk to my sister a sec'," Barb asked the group, and was answered with nods and murmurs.

     "Why?" Ebony asked. "Just need to tell her we're going out tonight, in case she has plans," she tells us. I nod, but there's a silence, and then an outburst of laughter. "Of course she won't," Barb shakes her head to herself.

     I look around, until I bump into one of the boys in front of me. "Watch it, New Girl," he says. Original. I'm quite short, so I can't see past the tower that is Barb.

     "What do you want, Barbie?" The sister asks. "Don't be so moody, Carol," Barb says. "Just wanted to tell you I'm going out tonight, so, you know, watch over everything."
     "Whatever, Barbie Doll." She says. Ebony laughs. "Later, Double Denim," they say. Double Denim? As in what they called that girl earlier?

    They walk away, but I am stood still, looking in front, where Barb was stood, and I see the girl I was looking at earlier. Carol?

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