Outgoth The Goth

Chapter 2 - The Slap

"So does your family live nearby?" Asked Camila as she and Wednesday walked to class.

"We just moved here."

"I hope you like L.A. It's a great town."

Wednesday paused, "It has....potential"

"I want to be a singer, what about you. I'm guessing you like acting."

"Yes." Wednesday replied in her normal monotone voice. "I want to learn acting, it will help when certain authorities, question me."

"What?" replied a puzzled sounding Camila.

"Never mind, Tell me about yourself. Is everyone in your family still alive?"

"My grams is dead, but my mom dad and sister Ann are ok." Camila said as started to tell the ever cool Wednesday about her family. Wednesday much to Camila's discomfort, ask several specific questions about how her grams died and where she was buried. But still Camila found the pale girl fascinating. Plus she was nervous what would happen if she walked away.

They arrived at class and the pair sat next to each other. Camila couldn't figure Wednesday out, she was pretty, but in a deathlike sort of way.

"I wish Lauren would wear her hair in pigtails." Mused Camila silently, as class began.

The class went normally and though had different 3rd period classes, they were near each other, so once again Camila and Wednesday walked.

About half way there, Camila spotted a trio of well-dressed girls and groaned.

Looking over the girls carefully, Wednesday said. "Who are they?"

Camila pointed to a blonde with long hair, in designer jeans and top. She was with a pair of slightly shorter brunette girls "The blonde is Taylor Swift, the self-appointed Queen bee of the school. She and her two minions, Claire and Emily rule the school and pass judgment on anyone they don't feel worthy. Taylor is stuck up as hell, arrogant, vain and just a nasty person. The only person they don't mess with is Lauren, as she threatened them."

Spotting the pair, Taylor motioned to Claire and Emily. "Check out the new meat. What a freak. Come on; let's put this one in her place."

Taylor, threw her chin up and walked over to Wednesday. "So tell me new girl." Taylor said her words dripping with contempt. "We've already got one freaky Goth here, so why don't you run back to the funeral you came from. You had to come from a funeral, wearing that ridiculous excuse for a costume. At least Lauren as a smattering of fashion sense. You, you're just ugly. "

Wednesday, narrowed her eyes. "I haven't been to one today, but I will be going to one."

"Who's"

"Yours."

Taylor looked a bit shocked, but quickly recovered and retorted acidly "So funny, I may just laugh myself to death."

Meanwhile, Lauren had stopped to watch the incident as she was passing by. She did however remain out of sight.

Again Wednesday looked unmoved. "It is possible to laugh one's self to death, such as the Italian author Pietro Artino or the Scottish Aristocrat Thomas Urquhart; but judging from your shape, size and the two different fad diet books sticking out of your bag. You'll most likely die from heart failure around the age of 55-60 brought on by severe obesity. I being naturally thin and having several relatives who have lived well past 100, I will for certain outlive you and thus when you pass, I will certainly attend your funeral, wearing this very dress. I'll be the one that pokes you to see if you're still alive and tell your daughters they will end up just as fat."