Ceasefire of Hostility (a.c)

BARBIE IN THE LIBRARY

Sandra Nimchek sat in her tiny Buwick, the engine stalling as she looked in the mirror and fixed her makeup. The doors were locked, and Barbie could do nothing to escape her mother's perfume drenched pride mobile. It felt like hell- any time she spent with her monster of a mother was hell to her. It's not like she could go to her dad's, she hadn't seen the man since her 6th birthday.

"Barbie, would it kill you to put on some makeup for once?"

"Mom," she said meekly, looking down at her lap. The last thing she wanted to do that morning was anger her. "It's detention, I don't need makeup."

"Well," her mother huffed, forcefully closing her tube of mascara and throwing it into her daughter's lap. "Just ruin our reputation even more, why don't you!"

"But Mom I-"

"Save it, Barbra Jennifer!" Sandra snapped, making Barbie shrink into the seat and pull her pink beanie over her ears. She was 17 and acting like a child- she just hoped no one saw. "You put on some god damn makeup right now, or so help me God, I will give you a reason to wear it!"

Barbie just nodded, pulling her passenger side visor down and opening the mirror, hands shaking ever so slightly. She applied the mascara her mother threw at her, along with some peach eye shadow her mother had subtly placed in her lap. She finishes it off with lip gloss and sighed, putting the makeup into her bag. "How do I look, Mom?"

"Oh, you're beautiful!" Sandra gushes before turning her face to stone once more. "Now get your ass in there. I might pick you up later, otherwise expect your brother."

Barbie nodded, grabbing her tote bag and escaping out of the vehicle, not even bothering to say goodbye. If she did, Sandra would have made a comment about her weight for the third time that day. She saw Claire Standish- who had taken her on three mall trips before dumping her- walk into the high school, looking pissed. She couldn't blame her, she didn't want to be there, either. There were a few people in front of her and two behind her, meaning that Barbie would be sharing her punishment with five other people. 'Just great,' she thought. 'Time of our lives.'

Barbie sat as far back as she could, in hopes of not alerting Claire Standish she was there. It was embarrassing enough that the princess had dropped the girl and spread nasty rumors to her rich-popular-annoying friends, but sharing detention felt like salt was being rubbed into that wound. Claire Standish was sitting right next to varsity wrestler Andrew Clark, John Bender, who- after touching everything whilst coming in- made poor Brian Johnson move seats, claimed his territory right behind them. Brian moved across the walkway, right in front of Allison Reynolds- who looped the statue before sitting down. Barbie Nimchek sat next to Allison, just across the walkway. She set down her bag and gave the basket case a smile, which was returned with furrowed eyebrows. Barbie's head whipped around as she heard the familiar clacking of loafers, deciding to crack that egg later. She could use an ally in a room full of people she wasn't fond of.

"Well, well," Principal Vernon said, looking over the room. The blonde felt a shudder of disgust down her spine, she always had gotten a bad vibe when it came to him. "Here we are. I want to congratulate you on being on time."

"Excuse me, sir?" Barbie rolled her eyes at Princess Claire, who was trying to weasel her way out of the punishment. 'Classic Claire', she thought to herself. "I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but uhm, I don't think I belong in here."

Vernon stared at her for a second, before continuing his spiel on what they were doing. "It is now seven-o-six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty four minutes to think about why you're here. Ponder the error of your ways." John Bender spat into the air and back into his mouth, making Vernon pause. Barbie vomited in her mouth a little. "You will not talk. You will not move from these seats. And you," the Principal snatched the criminal's chair where his legs were propped up. "Will not sleep. Alright people, we're going to try something a little different today! We are going to write an essay- no less than a thousand words- describing to me who you think you are."