Crazy Scary Lives

Crazy Scary Lives: Chapter 11 Part 1

    "Do you even realize what we just did?" Bethany asked, a smile of awe on her face. It was rhetorical, so the other girls just waited. "We just humiliated Margaret Pierce in front of everyone. We made her run to her car and go home crying! We made Margaret Pierce cry! Can you believe it?" she laughed.

"Oh my god, we're so amazing! That was an amazing plan, Bethany!" Cassidy praised.

"You don’t think she'll snitch, do you?" Lizzie asked.

"If she does there's no way to prove it was us!" Bethany laughed again.

"That just serves her right. I can't believe you can't stunt anymore," Cassidy shook her head.

"Whatever. Coach Mandy is a bitch just like Margaret. I wish I would’ve pushed her on her head so she would’ve cracked her skull," Bethany said in a serious tone but with an… almost evil smile on her face. The other girls were quiet for a moment, and Cassidy let out a sort of nervous laugh. Bethany rolled her eyes but said, "I'm just kidding, losers."

That put everyone back in their happy mood and they all started chatting happily.

"So what do you guys want to do tonight?" Lizzie asked.

"Let's have a horror movie marathon!"  Jennifer said.

"Yeah, that'll be cool," Bethany said.

"We can just get them On Demand," Cassidy said. 

"Perfect!" Jennifer said. Bethany drove into Cassidy's driveway.

*~~~~~*

    Margaret woke up at six thirty-four in the evening on Saturday. When she looked at the time she gawked. A four-hour nap? Holy crap. She'd texted Izzy earlier and told her she was really tired, so she was going to take a nap and she would be there later than planned.   She was really missing her best friends and her boyfriend, so she got out of bed and in the shower. When she got out, she dried her and touched up some of the ringlets with her curling iron. She clipped her side bangs to her head with two bobby pins. She put on dark denim super-short shorts. She put an Abercrombie navy tank top on after that over a pink bra with blue polka dots. The shirt had lace layers going down the front, a really low scoop neck, and a racer-back. She did all of her make-up, with sparkly gold and light brown eye shadows. She put a little blush on her cheeks and some dark pink lip-gloss. She grabbed a bag and put two outfits (you never know what you're mood the next day will be, so pack two or three choices!), a pair of pajamas, and a swimsuit. She packed a few of her toiletries and slid on her leather Abercrombie flip-flops. She grabbed her phone and keys, and walked downstairs.

"Where are you going, Margaret?" her dad asked her from the couch.

"Just to Lucie's house, daddy," she said.

"You're coming home tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow night, most likely."

"Have fun!" he smiled at her.

"Thanks, daddy!" she smiled back and walked out the door.

    It was seven forty-two, and Izzy had been there for hours. She pulled into the Harris' driveway ten minutes later, and Matt's car, and Lucie's car, and Izzy's car, but not their parent car. Their parents were like, never home. So it made it the more fun place to hang out. It was the only place the hung out anymore. Margaret hadn’t been to Izzy's house since the first week of school, and they'd only been to Margaret's house once this year. Dang, she thought, we should stop living at Lucie's.

    Margaret got out of her car with her stuff, and walked up to the front door. She knocked on the door three times. She didn't hear anyone coming downstairs. It was nearly dark, and she was ready to be with her best friends, and with Matt. Finally though, she heard someone walking to the door. It opened, and Matt smiled at her, his chest bare. He had come from the pool.