Paint Me - S.M

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8 November 2016, Tuesday

"We think Liddell girls need to stop acting on their hormones and spray painting every single thing in sight red! Us men can't take it!"

"Is your masculinity so fragile you can't handle a primary colour being used to create art? Liddell ladies, these boys don't know who they're messing with!"

"Hands down you're gonna lose but don't cry, honey. Boo hoo hoo! You always know Condor comes on top, we can't find a better cheer team so you better stop! Condor! Condor!"

"Corden knows how to cheer best, so stop pushing us to put you to the test! We know we're going to win and you're gonna lose. Cry little baby, boo hoo hoo."

Somewhere in the sea of red Liddell flags, I could spot Headmistress Liddell's dark curls bobbing up and down excitedly. I really wondered why she allowed something like this.

"Chopra believes that feminism is NOT a cause of cancer. Knock some sense into your damn heads Blanchard!"

Quite ironic because at least forty boys in Blanchard were wearing pink Women's March shirts in place of their usual dark attire. It was really adorable seeing them supporting such a cause. They just had to sulk away in response to their house captain's stand and reasons as the sun fried them up. I genuinely believe it was the stupidest thing to bring up feminism in such a negative way because Liddell was beginning to divert their attention to Blanchard.

"Ahh yes. We will hold a speech on why feminism is wonderful and needed in society at graduation. Thank you Allison."

It took all my effort to calm the sentence that threatened to bubble out when I heard Headmistress Liddell say that over the phone. I wanted to give a feminist speech at graduation. Maybe next year.

Anyways.

It was unusually sunny for Fall. Malia's hair was going wild due to the humidity. She was obviously fuming mad.

We discovered a wonderful trend that proved Liddell, Blackwell and Blanchard had been sprouting utter bullshit in these past four years. It wasn't a complete surprise, Erin was on the dorm committee since her Freshman years. They got their endless supply of nonsense from her.

As Jor and I walked towards TSP, I found myself thinking about the book.

It wasn't available for borrowing so we camped out in the library, leafing through the pages under the watchful eye of a security camera. All of us, Malia, Jordanne, Suri and I barely made it to chapter five before the librarian yelled at us to get the hell out. Jordanne tried to sneak the book out under her giant rusty red trench coat but I suppose the book was too bulky and we were discovered. Jordanne dropped it and we fled from the scene. Now Suri was suggesting we create some form of prosthetic noses to hide our true identity. I rolled my eyes but as the day's activities beat down on me, my brain was starting to consider that a genius plan.
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"Ugh! All of this damn rioting shit is really getting the better of me. I'm already exhausted!" My best friend wailed, carrying a tray of steaming hot cocoa topped off with adorable miniature marshmallows on top.

I raised a beautifully threaded eyebrow at her. "Didn't we come here to get a sugar rush?"

Jordanne huffed. "I decided I want to go on a detox and start working out before the next netball competition season. I need to be on the team next year. And I'm going to make sure of that."

Hmm, Jordanne has wanted to be the team captain for the longest time. It came as a real shock that she wasn't even on the competing team this year. I think it was because of her badly sprained ankle at the beginning of the year so they took some decent Sophomore players instead. Jordanne insisted it was just the new vice-captain, Angelina, who hated her with a burning passion.