Serena, a penguin who belongs to a poor family, has always been a non-member. Non-members had to follow different laws than members, such as you had to dress a certain way and you couldn't go to any parties. Her and her friend Trista had been bullie...
It was 2:00 in Mr. Icy's homeroom. Only 30 minutes until school was over. Members and Non-Members alike were celebrating. Members because they get to hang out and throw parties, Non-Members, like me, because the torture was over. What torture, you may ask? Well, there are certain laws in Club Penguin. To be a member, you must pay every six months. If you do not have enough money, you must wear certain outfits and go to certain places and parties. We couldn't even adopt any puffles besides red or blue. I didn't mind, and my blue puffle Aqua is great, but all the members keep bragging on how they get different colors. In fact, you'll find yorself getting wedgies, mean comments, wet willies, sass, and "KICK ME" signs on your back every day. Suddenly someone tapped my back. "Must be Trista," I thought. Trista was a teal penguin white-blonde hair and a pink shirt. She was a fellow non-member and my best friend. "Yes, Trista?" I turned around, but nobody was there. I groaned, must've been pranked again. I continued reading my favorite book, "High School Drama" by Chloe8790_cp_, when suddenly I got flipped over my chair, head first. "Ow, my head! I said. Everyone was laughing. Infront of me, popular girl Wendy and her boyfriend Angus were laughing. What a perfect match, most ANNOYING cheerleader and a rude ice hockey captain as a couple. Gross. "Whoops, I guess I accidentally put my Kick Me sign on your back...AGAIN!" Wendy said, laughing. She was a brown penguin with red hair in a ponytail and a blue White Puffle High (WPH) cheerlading uniform on. I swear, she must SLEEP in that thing. She flipped her ponytail and walked away. That Angus just can't remember to keep his flippers to himself. "Out of my way!" Trista shouted. She couldn't keep her rage to herself anymore. She pushed Wendy to the side and shoved Angus to the floor. Several gasps were heard around the room as she helped me up from under my desk and out of my now flipped chair. "Thanks, Trista," I said, pushing strands of my bright blonde hair that came loose during "the flip" to the side. "Look out, sass alert," I said as I saw Wendy walk towards us and Angus get up. Wendy whispered something to Angus that sounded like "I got these losers," and she walked up to Trista. "You'll pay for this!" she said to Trista. "Pay for what, the push, or that dirt stain on your dress?" Trista asked. We giggled as Wendy shouted "OMG, WHERE!?" She literally ran around in circles until everyone but Angus was lauging. "You fell for the oldest trick in the book!" Someone shouted. "Burned by a non-member!" Someone else shouted. "You're just jealous of me because i dont have to wear a T-shirt and pigtails every day!" Wendy said with sass in her voice. "Why would I be jealous of those rags and that rat's nest on your head?" Trista replied. Several "ohhhhhhh"s were heard around the room. Trista and I stood there, waiting for Wendy to reply. "W-well you're just-YOU'RE JUST A BIG FAT NOTHING!" Wendy shouted. Laughs were heard all around the room as Wendy blushed. "Ugh, I'm sick of you, someone call an exterminator and get rid of this pest," Trista replied. More "ohhhhhh"s and laughter were heard around the room as we quickly got back in our seats, due to someone seeing Mr. Icy coming back from the Principal's Office. "Okay class, for the last 25 minutes of school, we've decided 9th graders can mingle around their classrooms!" Mr. Icy shouted. Cheers were heard around the room. "As long as you don't bully the non-members," he added. The cheers turned into Awws as everyone closed a clenched flipper, crumpled up a Kick Me sign, or put scissors away. Trista and I chatted away until school was finally over. We waited for the crowd of members to get out the door so we weren't pushed or shoved, then got in the front of the bus, which was declared the Non-Member spot by Wendy. "Finally, the torture is over!" Trista sighed in relief. "Yeah, but I'm gonna miss Mr. Icy," I replied. "Yeah, he was nice," Trista replied. We talked about summer until I got off the bus. Waving, I walked to my tiny igloo where my parents, sister, and puffle were waiting for me.
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