Those Girls

01//Congratulations

TODAY MARKED an entire week since high school student and noted outcast Misty Keefe applied for a gambled prize of a head-to-toe make over for her and three friends. Misty Keefe: the type of girl who held on to false-hopes like gum to a head of curly hair.

She squinted her eyes lightly as her and her friends turned onto Blake Ave, a street that so conveniently invited in the setting sun.

"It's fucking awesome though, just trust me on this," Bellamy "Bell" Waters remarked. Bell was wearing flip flops and the rhythmic sound of her walking broadcast in Misty's ears like a clock: click, clack, click, clack.

"Listen, Bell-baby? I'm not going to listen to that Led Zeppelin guy until I'm dead and you're playing it to spite me in my grave." That was Camryn, a tall brunette with enough confidence to match Beyoncé. Well, maybe not, but everything about that girl was tall and buoyant. Even, in the fifth grade she'd spat in a teacher's face for telling her she spelled "catastrophe" wrong. If that's not confidence than you must be asking for a God.

"Led Zeppelin is a band, Camryn," Lilith laughed as she adjusted the purple backpack resting on her pale shoulders.

"Thank GOD for you, Lil," Bell replied. Camryn simply rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out in Bell's direction.

See, all the girls in this group of close-knit friends had something about them. Bell could swear up and down and around you in circles; her cascading black locks and olive skin adding to the effect. Lilith was the adult, in both senses of the word; all the girls worshipped her pale, skinny bones and calm, knowing smile. Misty was the pretty one; large breasts, a curvy figure, and ever-blue eyes that could attract a male from miles away. Thing is, Misty was shy and bashful: the complete opposite of confident Camryn.

They all hopped into Bell's green jeep and reminisced about what got them to this moment.What did they have in common? unpopularity. Each of them had experienced the ravishing pain of being invisible and unnoticed. This fact leading do a group of girls huddled quietly around a tiny MacBook in the grubby room of Lilith Thompson's old suburban home. Dust and hope had filled the air creating some type of tension-potion as Misty clicked the button and all girls fell back, exhaling a breath they didn't even know they were holding in.

Today's the day, Misty thought as she listened to the bickering conversation happening between Bell and Camryn.

"I wish you would fuck a goat, Camryn. Seriously, it's like you've got a stick up your ass," Bell said (or screamed, better yet)

"All because I don't wanna listen to some blasted screaming men? Bell you're a-"

"What do you think of Led Zeppelin, huh, Misty?" Lil said, her smooth voice interrupting that of a strangled and upset Camryn's.

"I dunno, Lil. But y'all's fighting is annoying," Misty said, viciously pushing a strand of hair out of her face. "Think of this, after 7:00 PM tonight we might have a free make-over on our hands! Camryn shouldn't fuck a goat and Bell is not a, she paused to look into the tall brunette's eyes, "Bell is NOT a bitch."

"gee thanks Misty, how about next time you at least fake believing it. You wont win an Oscar with that half ass performance" Bell venomously spat.

All the girls fell silent, tension spreading like fog on a dark night.

"Do not" Lilith broke the silence, shooting dirty looks at both girls daring them to cross her. This just led to more tension furtive glances and stare-offs.

Camryn suddenly slapped bell with a pillow, knocking the poor girl straight off the bed. Pillow filled violence continued as the girls laughed and continue'd the pillow fight. All the previous tension had been removed, for now at least.