Not like other girls

Chapter 2

"Em look, Juliet fucking Parker is in the running for Prom Queen"

I scoffed, "Who the hell else but that vapid little twat, always foundation from Sephora but never made out of morals." I sing-songed.

Jessica smiled, "Em we should so go to Prom just to protest, imagine, just you, me, as much silly string as we can, a golden five minutes, and an escape."

I smirked, oh damn that'd be nice, prom queen was just so sexist! 'Oh yes let's pick out of our most made-up hookers to-be who is the most aesthetically pleasing!' God. Kill me.

If your asking me, make-up oughta just be shipped into the sun- who decided women had to paint on a face just to please men? And then priced it at an arm, a leg, and your first born? I don't buy it, Juliet Parker- she does. Every other day she comes skipping into English with concealer, eyeliner, mascara, and a nude lip. Maybe she oughta be shipped with all that Sephora she loves skyward.

"She's not worth our time," I replied, "unless of course, it gets dire and she pretends to be a feminist again."

Jessica laughed, it was funny to think.

Juliet Parker?

A feminist?