The Masked Beauty

Food Fight

Still the same day as the last chapter;

I got home and dropped onto my bed I stayed like that for 30minutes until my mum got home. We sat in the living room and she asked about my day at the end I told her about the ball making sure to leave out the information about Natasha. I don't want to worry my mum about that kind of childish stuff she has a lot of work to do and other events on her mind. Ever since my dad left us for his secretary my mum made it her mission to give me the best life possible. "Ooooh, a ball that sounds fun, what are you going to wear?" she started squealing with bright eyes "Let me do your makeup oh and please don't wear that stupid wig."  she wasn't very fond of my style choice.  "Mum, there is no makeup, dress nor hairdressing necessary." I stated "Why?" she asked looking concerned. "Because I'm not going!" "Bu.." her eyes seemed to darken. " I cut my mum off "I am not going because there is no point in going, there is no-one to take me."  The real reason is because Natasha and her crew are going to make it living hell for me. 

It's Friday the last school day of this week. I woke up and followed my morning routine, got to school and went to science. I had all the extended classes, therefore, none of the snobs/cheerleaders/jocks were in them because they simply weren't as smart. Not that I am bragging I only get made fun of my brains. After science, English, physics, geometry, and Latin I headed to the cafeteria for some lunch.

As I got some spaghetti bolognese from Margie the cook I walked to my table which unfortunately meant that I had to walk past the popular table. The popular table was full of jocks and cheerleaders basically all the rich kids with everything that they wanted in life handed to them on a silver platter. I kept my head down and avoided eye contact until I heard Natasha's snarky voice behind me yells "Hey Simone your clothes look a bit bland today maybe we could add some colour to it." Then out of nowhere she grabs my spaghetti plate with my food in it and dumps it all over my head, (Thank God the wig is tightly placed) then her minions Andrea and Valencia pour a carton of milk and a packet of apple juice all over me. As they were doing this Marcos, Franco and Dean (the jocks) were all recording me and probably posting my picture on their Instagrams. My Instagram was private and was about the actual me so nobody from my school knew it existened. 

That was it, you didn't expect me to stand still and do nothing so I grabbed a banana and squashed it all over her hair and poured two cans of coke on her to make it stickier. That whole scene changed my mind about the ball and one thing I know is that I am definitely going to go but not as the shy Simone as the real Simone!!!!!!!