Let The Ultimate Loser Lesson COMMENCE!

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When my Mom said that this friendship was going to cost me, boy was she right. To accomplish my goal to get Carson back, I had to bribe many twelve year olds with money/candy, buy a butt load of supplies, some costumes, some karaoke machines, cheerleading pom-poms, AND buy a couple of sets of walkie-talkies. Not to mention, many other things that I don’t feel like mentioning. Not only did it cost me money, but I had to get down on my knees and beg a couple times, which I didn’t think was fair considering all Ashley had to do was threaten a couple people with her fist and they did whatever she wanted. I told her to do that more often, but she said Carson was my boyfriend to win back, not hers.

                Not that he’s my boyfriend or anything.

                For the last couple days, Carson avoided me. He looked at the floor whenever we passed in the hallways, he didn’t look at me in class, either. I didn’t attempt to start conversation with him. I knew he was hurt, I didn’t blame him, but I couldn’t focus on that when I had the biggest event of the year to plan. I couldn’t talk to him yet, because this had to all be a surprise. If he even got a whiff of what we were doing, which I’m sure he wouldn’t because we were all top secret agents, it would all be ruined.

                Today was the day. The day the most ultimate Loser Lesson commenced. I felt like my whole life led up to this very moment, but that’s kind of overdramatic because I’m only sixteen years old and I have my entire life ahead of me… but you get the picture.

I stood in front of my gathered team of thirty or so people on the bleachers by the football field. On Tuesday, we had all gathered here for the first time and I explained my plan to them. Originally we had about fifty people here, but some people thought I was insane, so sadly we lost twenty of our men that day. I couldn’t dwell on our loss though, because the men (and women!) that we had were strong, and willing, and super duper cool!

                “Alright team, this is it,” I looked over them all with my hands on my hips. “This is the defining moment in your life. When you look back on this day fifty years from now, I hope you smile. I hope you tell your grandchildren about it, I hope you talk loud enough that they hear your story and think ‘Wow, what a great tale of a heroic woman named Annalise Fitzgerald’.” Ashley cleared her throat beside me, “I mean, you will all be remembered for your heroic action this afternoon. That is, of course, if all goes according to plan. If it doesn’t, we will be the disgrace of history. Children in schools, years from now, will read about this day and write an essay about what not to do with your life. We can’t let that happen! And it won’t happen, right troops? We can do it, we will do it, and it… shall… be… AWESOME!” I declared dramatically, holding my arms out, waiting for cheers and clapping and preferably chanting of some sort.

                “So…when do we get pizza?” one of the guys from my team asked.

                “I booked a reservation at the Pizza Place for six o’clock,” I sighed.

                “Sweet,” he grinned, fist bumping with his buddy beside him.

                “Anyway!” I called out, regaining their attention. “It’s now 3:20 exactly, school is just letting out. Carson will be making his way to the library, because I unplugged the printer in the classroom, and he has an assignment due. He’s in his place, and we’ll be in ours. Let’s make sure everything goes smoothly, yeah?”

                “Yeah,” the crowed grumbled.

                “I can’t hear you!” I yelled, wanting them to get riled up.

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