The Most Popular Girls In School

1. The New Girl

Mackenzie Zales P.O.V.

I fluffed my hair, not like it needed it anyway. I'm perfect. My black hair shines as I look in our bathroom mirror. Trisha keeps telling me about her day, "Well, then, I was all like 'no', and then you were like, 'you are!' And then he was all like, 'No, but then you are!' And I was all like, 'I kind of am.' So long story short he's kind of my boyfriend right now."

I barely listen to her as I see my own beautiful reflection in the mirror. My blue and green dress obviously complements my green eyes. "I am so pretty." I said, speaking my thoughts.

Trisha happily agrees, "You really are! Is there like cheer practice today?" Her red dress fits her nicely.

Before I get to answer Trisha, some fucking idiot walks in. She wears a white sequence dress. Kinda looks cute. Pft. Who am I kidding? I am totally better. Now it is time to put this chick in her place. "Um... Excuse me?"

Trisha joins me, "Hello?"

This chick looks at both of us and dumbly says, "What?" God? Is she fucking deaf.

I decide to start asking questions. I tilt my head her way. "Who the fuck are you?"

She looks me up and down, "Who the fuck are you?"

Ugh. "I asked you first." I said annoyed. Whose bathroom did she think she was in?

"I asked you second." She annoyingly squeaks.

Trisha fills her in on the details of who I am. She says, "Ah! Ah! She's Mackenzie Zales! Duh. Head Cheerleader! Homecomming Queen! Part-time model."

The chick just says, "Oh." As if she's heard of me.

"Who the fuck are you?!" I want to know who this chick is and what she's doing in our bathroom.

She finally answers me. "I'm Deandra. I'm new." Oh, a new girl.

Who would let this chick, Deandra, in. "Who the fuck let you in here?" I decided I needed to know.

Deandra says, "Ashley."

"Ashley who?" I bite back.

She looks at me as if she thinks she's better, "Ashley Kachadorian."

Trisha chimes in, "Ashley Kachadorian isn't even in charge of the door!"

Now it's time I fill Deandra in on the way popularity works. "So, Deandra let me tell you how things work here-"

This bitch interrupts me, "I already know how things work around here."

Trisha is a little slow and is still trying to figure how the fuck Deandra got in here. "Ashley Kachadorian is in charge of the snacks! Why is she letting people inside of the door?!"

You know what? Deandra needs to listen up, now. "This is my bathroom. This is my school. And this is me telling you that you need to learn your place."

She looks at me like a bitch. "Guess what? I already know all those things."

I set my hand through my hair. "Oh really?"

She cocks her head. "Yeah."

Trisha, still on the door thing, says allowed. "Jenna Darabond is in charge of the door! What the fuck is she doing letting Ashley Kachadorian let people in?" Trisha takes herself out the door, angrily swaying her hips. She still must be trying to get down to this door business.

You know what, "You're not from around here are you, Deandra?"

"I just transferred from Atchison." She said oddly.

I tilt my head and narrow my eyes, "Where the fuck is that?"

She answers as if I should already know. "North of Topeka, west of the 71!"

You know what? Fuck this bitch. "Well, let me tell you how things work around here in Overland Park!"

She interrupts me once again, "I already know how things work around here in Overland Park!"

Bitch P-U-lease, "Really?!" I yell.

She narrows her eyes at me. "Yeah. Steven Carmichael told me all about it."

Trisha returns talking allowed to herself. "Is Jenna Darabond sick? Does she have mono? I feel like her dad might have died."

But Trisha's problem is for later notice, right now I had to see to it what the hell was Deandras problem. "What the fuck are you doing talking to Steven Carmichael?"

She sways her blonde hair. "We have Algebra II together."

What a fucking whore! "That's my fucking boyfriend, bitch."

I stare at her, into her little low life soul as she says, "Oh really? That's not what Shay Van Buren said."

Ugh! She was talking to a Van Buren bitch. Oh no. "Well, Shay Van Buren is a fucking liar!"

She keeps it up with pretending she knows me. "She seemed to know a lot about you and Justin Michaelson."

Okay, she obviously has motive. "Ok, Deandra, just what the fuck do you want?!"

Her little pee brain head looks at me with another bitchy look. "I want to poop here. Whenever I want for as long as I want." 

I think I can deal with this. "Fine. But know this. I do not like you."

She nods, saying, "I feel indifferent towards you."

But I must let her know this, "I'll be watching you."  

She looks okay with that. "I'm going to poop now." She heads off to lay down a huge poop I feel is coming.

Trisha still is speaking to herself allowed sort of. "Wait, Jenna Dapananian's dad is sick. Jenna Darabond's dad is a senator! Duh Trisha!"

Suddenly we here sounds coming from Deandras pooping stall. Sounds that are equivalent to what you would expect a fucking dying koala bear to make. Oh ewww. It sounds as if she's passing fucking kidney stones through her ass cheeks.

After its all smelt and heard, she flushes the toilet and walks out with her hands in the air. "Owned. Have fun smelling my poops, bitches!" Then she leaves. Leaving us to smell a poor koala bears dead body.  

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Well beauty's, that was the first taste of  Overland Parks hot sticky Drama. Stay tuned for 'Ugh. how do you say... Drama?'  

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