Buy a new shirt.
Stand up straight.
Get a boyfriend.
Throw a party.
A billion requests came out of the squip at once.
Say you have to go home. The squip demanded.
"I should get going. Thanks guys!" I said as sincerely as possible.
Veronica looked like she wanted to argue, but Christine quickly butted in.
"Okay. See you at play rehearsal." She said in an obviously forced voice.
As your SQUIP, I'm designed to help you achieve a goal. Being popular is obvious considering your current...status. Are there any other goals I should be aware of?
'Rich Goranski' I thought to my squip. 'I want Rich Goranski'
Target made currently inaccessible. The squip said matter of factly.
I sighed 'Okay. What do we need then?' I thought with as much annoyance as possible.
Popularity. Let's go to the mall.
'Fine.' I walked over to the bus stop and sat down. The squip was clearly annoyed, everybody knows a junior on the bus is killer weak.
The bus finally arrived. I spotted Chloe and Brooke but immediately looked down at my phone, fumbling to go to Spotify. The squip pointed a long, virtual finger at the phone and zapped it.
'Hey! I thought you were gonna help!' I whined in my head.
Greet the popular girls. You can't be popular without popular friends. The squip responded in a voice that screamed "you dumbass"
"Hey Chloe! Hey Brooke!" I said, plastering a fake smile on my face. Brooke waved back and Chloe gave me a smirk that made her lip gloss shine in the light.
When the bus finally stopped, I got off, muttering a small thank you to the driver. I could see Brooke and Chloe out of the corner of my eye walking in the opposite direction.
There. The squip said, pointing his glitchy hand at a Sephora. I sighed. Makeup was rare for me, only when Christine or Veronica decided to do it at 1 am out of tiredness and boredom. I looked around. The squip pointed to a lipstick, red as the hoodie Michael from science class wore everyday, at least when he wasn't skipping to get a slushy. I gripped it in my hand and put it on the cold cashier counter.
"Okay, that'll be $18." The lady said, brushing her bleach blond bangs around on her forehead. I sighed and slammed a $20 in front of her. She widened her eyes before giving me all my stuff in my bag. I muttered a sorry and ducked out.
Now let's get popular.
