Before Mackenzie Became Popular

Chapter 11: Test

Mackenzie shook Jessie out of her daze. She looked at her, confused.
"Oh. Sorry, I was distracted... Anyway, do you agree?" Mackenzie half nodded. Nickole didn't do anything to her yet so, maybe she'll show her true colors to her soon.

"Listen, I'm not sure. It's because I want to be part of the group. I meant, she does look kinda nice..." Mackenzie replied, sounding like a question. "WHAT?! Are you kidding me?! No, she isn't nice you dummy! You'll see sweetie..."

Suddenly, the bell rang for third period which is art for Mackenzie.
"Oh? I guess I have to go to music. Anyway, good luck in whichever class you're going. Bye," and she went running.

Mackenzie isn't afraid to be late. She is just right next to the art room! As She walked the long hallway, someone knocked her right on the floor.
"Hey, watch it, you dumba-! Oh. It's only you Macaroni," he laughed while he offered his hand to her.

Without thinking, Mackenzie slapped his hand away. He stumbled back.
"Don't. Ever. Call. Me. Macaroni." She went on to a full death stare.
"Woah, chill out girl! I was only trying to help you!" he said, while rubbing his hand.

Mackenzie stood up alone without his help and walked away torwards the art room.
It was big. There was shelves filled with artwork, art supplies in each corner of the room and tables all around. Mackenzie couldn't believe her eyes until she was snapped back to reality by someone. "Uh, Mackenzie? You can join at our table if you want," someone spoke. She knows exactly who the person was. It's Brody again. She spun around to look at him.

"Ugh, fine. Where is your hell of a table?" she dully said. "It's over there. Come," he jestered to her to follow him. "Guys," He loudly said, facing both them and Mackenzie, "meet our newest member, Macaroni Hollistery! Macaroni a.k.a. Mackenzie, is going to love it here!" everyone at his table clapped.

"Hi! My name is Zoella Fresca! Nice to meet you," the pretty girl waved. Her long brown hair is touching her thigh and her accessories includes jewel earrings and a happy face emoji clip. "Hey. My name is Cloetta. Please don't call me Cloe since I don't really like it. It's nice to meet you also," she smiled. Her hair is golden blonde, much lighter than Mackenzie, her hair is tied into a short and cute ponytail and her accessories are heart emojis by looking at her earrings and headband.

"They are sorta friends with Nickole. Oh yeah, Nickole sits here too. Anyway, here's a spot in the middle of Cloetta and Zoella," and soon after, he sat across from the three girls. It was silent for a few seconds but before anyone can say another word, the door bursted open.

"Oops... Looks like I'm almost late for cla-" the bell interrupted her words.
"Yup. Anyway, you can start now," She trotted towards her table and Sat down next to her boyfriend. "Okay well, Nickole, if this happens again, I'll call your parents," the art teacher firmly said. Her hair is black and tied into pigtails, her skirt is patterned with splotches of paint, her shirt is pastel pink and her shoes are pastel blue.

"Don't worry, my parents can pay You," Nickole explained, louder that usual. The teacher sighed and began teaching the class. The teacher is very artsy with art, at least, this is what Mackenzie thinks. "Hey, Mac! Psst," Mackenzie could hear Nickole whispering to her. She faced her. "How do you like Here so far?" She asks.

"Oh! It's going gre-!" Before she could finish, Nickole did a super loud cough. Unfortunately, the teacher spotted their table. "Hm? Mackenzie, are you talking to Nickole? Please don't do that. Even if you're new, you can't just DO whatever you want. Please, pay attention," and Nickole mouthed Mackenzie 'sorry.' She didn't care. Now everybody thinks she's a troublemaker like Brody, yet.

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After class is over, Mackenzie left class with the two girls.
"Hey," said Cloetta, "you should come and sit with us at our table. We don't wanna be near the popular people because we have our own group." Mackenzie rejected their offer.
"I can't. Sorry. I'm sitting at another table to prove myself to them that I'm essential to popularity. Maybe next time," and then, She waved them goodbye.