The Return Of The Stick Dolls

II. The Forty-Five Second Plan.

Poster of 'Lindsey Madison', played by Brec Bassinger from 'Bella and the bulldogs' and some Nickelodeon shows, I guess, right at the top. I think she fits the role perfectly. #BeingBlondeIsPrettyInteresting.

II. The Forty-Five Second Plan.

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Still being dragged by Mia, I decided to give a little recap to solidify the moment.

I missed one week of school, lost all contact with my friends that same week, didn't speak to the best boyfriend to walk the face of the earth that same week - and I just passed by a poster, complementing the success of my idea of an 'All Clubs' Back to School' party. It was my idea and they even threw the party without me.

Oh, and there's an anonymous letter written in lipstick. Sad, right? But, on the bright side, everything seems pretty alright. And that's sorta a good thing.

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I walk straight in the direction of wherever Mia's taking me, until my feet start to hurt, with Lindsey slowly walking alongside.

"Mia, class starts in like fifteen minutes!" I whine, already tired of the endless walk.

"Patience." She murmurs, with a few other words I couldn't grab; still scanning the area with her gorge blue irises.

A few seconds later, we stop at the supposed spot, as I assume. Lindsey and Mia then stare at me; with an 'I suppose' a very Mexican Zorro music playing in the background. They avert their eyes from me, to look up at notice board ahead. "Feast your eyes, maravilloso." Mia whispers in a very Latin accent. I turn my stare to meet hers, totally confused. "What are you saying?!"

"The notice board, dummy." She says again.

"Oh!" I whisper, as the scenery comes crashing down and the imaginary music dies off. I take a few steps forward, with Lindsey and Mia closely beside me. I get to the board, and stare at it, scanning it closely. After an awkward amount of time, I finally blurt out, "What exactly am I supposed to be looking at?!"

Lindsey and Mia stare at each other, probably suggesting someone should take over.

Mia then smiles at me, before saying, "I know it may seem pre-tay outta hand; but I kinda hafta give this to you straight up. Students are demanding the rules be lifted!" she hastily says.

"Rules?" I question.

"You know, like the 'no makeup, no fancy dressing - even though we wear uniforms and all' kinda rules. And since you were awol for the whole week - " She then points to a poster. "People made posters... see here, 'This new year deserves new rules,' signed by a few clubs. And then here," she points to another, "Rules are for mules; we might just quit our... Principles?" she pauses. "Yikes! Okay, what I'm trying to say is that, to them," she turns, "this isn't some 80's film where it's alright to look like we're in the past, and haven't evolved; or not fully appreciating the art of taking selfies and going social media crazy. This is the new millennium in Glen Highlands - to them. New year, new rules! And that's what the students want."

I pause. "So in other words?" I question.

"You're the Body President, and this is gonna affect you big time." Lindsey says, abruptly.

"Yeah. I mean, even Lindsey gets it, Vi." Mia adds as Lindsey nods in agreement.

I stare at Mia and Lindsey, and then it finally hits me. I'm the freaking Body President; and rules are rules in my case. If people start rebelling, it'll be on my head. I just went from, 'OMG! The school seems pretty alright,' to 'I'm about to lose my freaking job!'