Adapting and Conquering (The story of Bertha's rise and fall)

Chapter Eighteen

I push open the door of the locker room and peer inside. No one has gym Second period, so no one's in here except me, Heather and Katie. Wherever they are.

It's a little eerie in here, since the lights are usually off except for one. I shudder. I thought I saw a rat in the corner. Probably Delaney. She could be an animagus. I chuckle to myself about my Harry Potter reference.

"Hello?" I call.

"In here!" I hear Katie's voice.

I turn right into the locker room bathroom and see Heather huddled under the sink as Katie tries to pull her out. "C'mon Heather!" she grunts. "How are you gonna go to the bathroom?"

"What's wrong?" I laugh.

"Don't laugh." Heather glares at me.

"Heather had a dream that while she was sitting on the toilet, and an octospider came up out of it and grabbed her with it's slimy tentacles and pinched her and pulled her into the abyss of-"

"An octuspider?" I ask, trying not to laugh.

"DON'T LAUGH!" Heather shrieks.

"God Bertha. Stop being mean, she's very shaken." Katie says, defending her.

"Sor-ry!" I say, not actually sounding sorry, but very sassy instead.

"To answer your question, and octuspider is half octopus, half spider." Heather says still glaring.

"Now she refuses to go to the bathroom, and I'm skipping second period to help her."

"That's stupid," I laugh, "Why did you call me?"

"Yeah, why did we?" says Heather angrily.

"I don't know." says Katie, who is now also glaring at me.

"Whatever. Wait- So Jacob is talking to me. But he said we're just good friends!"

"Woah shocker! I can't think of anyone who would actually get any closer than that with a sarcastic bi-" Heather says.

"What!" I cut her off. "What did you say?"

"I said you're a sarcastic-"

"Heather." says Katie, trying to calm her.

"Who is full of sh-" Says Heather, still going.

"HEATHER! INSULTS LATER!" Katie screams.

"Fine." she grumps.

Katie turns to me. "Anything else you want to say before you start acting sassy, rude, and sarcastic again?!?"

I ignore the comment. "Um... Oh yeah! That was genius with the note!"

"Huh?" says Heather, obviously still sore about me laughing. "The fu-"

"Fudge!" Katie interrupts. "Fudge." She repeats, giving Heather a look.

"Yeah sure." Heather replies. "The fudge you talkin' 'bout?"

"We didn't put no note in there!" Katie says.

"Wait... So who was it then...?" I ask myself.

"Probably someone who has a chance with him!" Heather screams.

"Take that back!"

"No! Ever since we gave you that damn makeover, you've been acting like an asshat to everyone! You yanked your brother by the hair for pete's sake! You're an asshole!" She said, jabbing her finger at me, only she didn't say 'pete's sake', and she something much more mean than 'asshole'.

"Heather!" Katie gasps.

"No. Let me finish." She says to Katie. Then she turns to me. " I regret what I said. That was downright mean of you to do that to Delaney. They were happy. He still wanted to be with her! I don't care about getting you and Jacob together because you don't deserve him! I don't want to be your friend if you're gonna act like this!"

"Fine." I huffed. "C'mon Katie."

"No." Katie said. "I agree. I don't like the new Bertha! Just get out of here. I don't want to see you," she said, disgusted.

"Fine." I said, my eyes watering. "Fine." and I fled.

I ran down the hall, tears streaming down my face. Why did they have to be so mean? They're the ones that gave me this makeover! And there's nothing wrong with the new Bertha!

"-Oof!" I bump into someone. I look up. Paul.

"Bertha, right?" He says, extending out a hand to help me up. "Whats wrong?"

"Heather and Katie- they don't want to be my friends anymore. They say I'm mean."

He looked me in the eyes. "I'm sorry. My cousin can be a bit of a vor, sometimes, and Katie too." He said smiling as he easily mingled his English with Armenian. "Sorry. Forgot you don't speak Armenian. Vor means ass in Armenian. But she's only like that because she cares. Maybe you should listen to her."

"But I like myself! I like the new Bertha!"

"I don't really know you that well, but it seems like the new you has a lot of drama."

"Yeah, but I'm happier like this."

"Like I said, I don't really know you that well, but maybe you should just hear what they have to say..."

"No!" I said, starting to cry again. I ran away, tears pouring out of my eyes. I didn't want anyone else to tell me what to do or what to be. How could something that started out as so great be so terrible?

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Btw, I'm supposed to be Heather, and yes, I'm equally stupid as her.

Everyone in this story is real, except my cousin "paul" is written a year younger than he actually is, and Paul's older brother Charlie (whom you will soon meet) is the only not real character.

Idek why I renamed myself Heather. Heather is this girl with fat thighs and a bad mental attitude that my brother used to date. Nothing against fat thighs tho. Thick thighs save lives!