Barbie Transformation

How to be 'Unpopular'

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"Last Friday night

Yeah we maxed our credit cards

And got kicked out of the bar

So we hit the boulevard" "Please, I'm dying!" I cry but they ignore my pleads

"Last Friday night

Yeah I think we broke the law

Always say we're gonna stop-op

Whoa-Oh, this Friday night"

"Shut the hell up before I get up and suffocate you with this pillow until your tiny brain cells disintegrate!" I shout so loudly over the music. Except there is no music. When I look at the girls, Sunny is standing at the radio and Carly is standing on the bed staring at me as though I've broken her stiletto.

"I have no idea what you just said." Sunny says blankly and Carly nods, "Yeah, all I understood was pillow. Wait, is understood even a word?" She taps her chin and I moan.

"Yes!" I mutter dryly and Carly purses her lips, "No, I don't think it is."

I moan and Sunny walks over to the bed I'm lying on. "Oh my god!" She shouts and I jump up, "Where is it?! Where's the spider, is it on me?!" I scream and Sunny waves her arms in the air, "You have split ends!!"

I sigh in relief and sink back onto the bed. "So? Your nails are uneven." I shrug and she gasps, examining them. Carly looks at her nails, "Oh my god Sunny, they are! Look, that ones shorter." She points and Sunny starts to whimper.

"It doesn't even matter!" I throw my arms in the air. Tonight was meant to be a girls night, but all I'm doing is sitting on Carly's bed and listening to their high pitched voices and songs that are repeated every three minutes.

"Yes it does, Emmerson!"

"No it doesn't..." I silently remark but they're both too busy looking at Sunny's uneven nails to notice.

"Let's gossip!" Carly giggles and drags Sunny onto the bed.

I sigh miserably and Sunny giggles, "Apparently Jayden is single!" Carly claps her hands together and I groan.

"Why won't you go out with him? It's been nearly two months and you still haven't found another boyfriend after you dumped him."

"I don't like Jayden, he's a douche and I don't need a boyfriend." I reply irritably.

"But Jayden is the hottest guy in school! And I heard that he still likes you, Em!" Sunny squeals and I blink at her. What part of, 'I don't like Jayden, he's a douche' does she not understand.

"Look Sunny... I'm not interested. He cheated on me with Candace so I dumped him, end of story. I'm not interested."

"Fine... Whatever." Sunny replies and Carly smiles.

"If you're not going to have him, can I?" Carly questions and Sunny gasps.

"Sure, whatevs." I say blankly and Sunny snarls at Carly, silently cursing at her for stealing, what should have been her man (in her head).

Such great friends!

Later that Friday, I fell asleep thinking; Who are these people? They're not my friends. They're nobody. But the question that made me think the most was, "Who am I to everybody else."

In the morning I leave the blondes to go to my house. I'm starting to regret everything I've done in highschool. I don't want to be popular anymore.

Just as I think that, a cyclist rides past and accidentally nudges me, making me loose my balance. My heel snaps in half and I screech.

"Oh my god!" I cry, snatching the heel from my foot. The cyclist stops and puts his bike down.

"Look what you did, you asshole!" I shout, holding up the small shoe.

He looks at the shoe, and then to me and laughs.

"It's just a shoe." He says crudely.

I gasp again, "This, is not just a shoe! It's a Victoria's Secret Vintage!" I shout and point the broken heel at him.

He steps back cautiously and stares blankly at me, "Oh well. I'm sure Daddy can afford to buy you a new one, now wouldn't he?" The hooded boy retorts for the second time in three minutes and I scream.

"You're an asshole! Pay for it!" I demand and he pushed the shoe away from his hooded face.

"What makes you think I'll pay for it." He says and lifts his bike up.

"I'll call the cops," I threaten and he halts.

"Call the cops because you broke your shoe?" He questions and I nod and then shake my head.

"You broke it. I'll tell them that you harassed me and pushed me and tried to steal my shoe." I put my hands on my hips and the boy retreats from his bike.

"You're pretty smart for a diva." He says through his teeth and I smile shamelessly.

"So is it a deal?" I ask and he looks at me.

"How much?" He questions and I cover my mouth in disgust.

"I'm not a prositute!" I say, gobsmacked and he laughs. His laugh is so beautiful, a melodic tune that reminds me of meadows and birds.

"How much do I need to pay for the shoe, blondey?" He asks again and I open and close my mouth again, embarrassed.

"Five hundred." I say and he scowls.

"Five hundred? You have some serious problems!" He says angrily and I step back.

"At least my nails aren't uneven." I giggle at the thought and the boy sighs.

"Look, I can't pay that much." He starts, "Is there anything I can do instead of paying for that shoe? Please." He begs and I tap my chin.

"Which school do you go to?" I ask and he looks at me strangely, "Riverdale." He replies slowly and I nod.

It's obvious he was in that school, it's pretty much the only school around here, "What year are you in?"

"Second to last." He replies blankly. "You're not stalking me, are you?"

I laugh, "No. I'm in the same year as you."

"I need a favour." I say sternly and he steps towards me. "Yes?" He questions attentively. "If you make me unpopular, I'll let you off the hook." I say and he stares at the ground in confusion.

"That's all you want?" He asks and I nod.

"That'll be easy." He replies and I snap my head up to his.

Was our deal too easy? Should I have forced him to teach me how to ride a bike? I don't know.

"Deal." I finally agree and we shake hands.

The boy gets on his bike again and I call for him, "Hey asshole, what's your name?" I ask him and he says nothing.

"Hunter" he replies after a few seconds and pedals into the distance.

"Hunter? Never heard of him. Maybe that's a good thing, since he's not popular he can get me down the ranks. Wait! He doesn't know who I am.

"Wait!" I shout but he's too far ahead to hear me. I didn't even see his face properly. How will I find a guy named Hunter anyway, there are 1500 students in the school!