I laughed with my friends as we stood around my locker, mocking the various students that walked by. "Look at her." I pointed to a girl who wore a long skirt with patches in it and old converse. Her top had old stains on it. I wrinkled my nose. "Pretty sure she's wearing her grandma's hand-me-downs. God, she could at least wash them. And look at her hair- all stringy. You'd think she'd take the time to run a brush through it. Does she even shower at all?" My friends laughed with me as the girl ducked her head, hiding her face through a veil of hair. She gripped her books tighter and rushed past us, a tear falling. We laughed harder and continued to point out the flaws of those who weren't as popular and rich as us.
A girl and boy were walking in our direction. "Hey, watch this." I nudged my friends. I rolled my shoulders back, adjusted my white camisole and started walking forward, swaying my hips in my short peach-colored denim shorts. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=72895113) I smiled at the boy as he looked at me, curiousity shining in his eyes. "Hey." I said sweetly. "I'm holding a party tomorrow. Wanna come?" I asked, twiddling my finger in my blonde hair.
"Uhm... can my girlfriend come?" He asked, looking at the girl who stood beside him. I glanced at her disdainfully and she smiled weakly.
"Ew, no way. Besides, if she does, we can't get it on." I smiled seductively, pulling on the collar of his shirt a little, biting my lips.
He pushed me away, shaking his head. "Sorry, then I'm gonna have to pass."
"Well that's a shame... in that case..." I grabbed his collar again and pulled him forward roughly, planting my lips on his. I kissed him passionatly, watching his girlfriend out of the corner of my eye. Her hands flew to her mouth as pain registered in her eyes. A small wimper escaped from her and I pulled away, a smirk on my face. Her boyfriend stood there, stunned for a moment before turning to her. "Alysa, I-I..." She shook her head and ran off, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Alysa!" He shouted, following closely behind her. I walked by to my group, smiling as I watched them laugh at the poor girl's plight.
"Dang, girl, I wasn't expecting you to do that. Nice one." My blonde friend Rachel highfived me. "That was freaking amazing!" she laughed, flipping her hair behind her back, winking at me. I giggled and nodded, looking for my next victim. A girl with black hair and clothes was walking by us slowly. "Look at that freak. Why don't you go cut yourself and die already, slut!" One of the boys said loudly. Everyone started laughing, nodding.
"Yeah, no one would care if you were gone."
"Cutters are disgusting. Just get it over with and kill youself."
She clenched her fists and hurried along, fighting back tears.
I smiled tightly as my 'friends' laughed, still cracking jokes about her. If only they knew I was also one of those 'disgusting' people. But they'd never find out... and I, Aislynn Mohr, would make sure of that.
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