Another Serving of Attitude, Anyone?

Metamorphosis

Silently cursing myself as I put on a dainty white blouse and a matching skirt, I looked at my complexion in the mirror. Nobody would ever believe that I was born to be a socialite, that’s for sure.

Couldn’t I just call Justine and tell her that I was down with the flu? But then again, I am doing this for Aunt Gwen, remember? I guess I’ll just have to suck it in.

 And yes, I do mean my tummy.

As I entered the school hall, now all decked out in delicate purple decorations; I couldn’t help but doubt myself. Again.

The room was already two-thirds full with young hopefuls who were vying to become the next Justine Russo.

Scary indeed.

A surprisingly sweet senior named Kina registered me at the counter and decided to indulge me in their activities thus forth this year, their aim and the general conception of this society.

All the members of Elite Butterflies wore lilac ribbons, to make it easier to spot them from a far. And of course that made it much more harder to avoid one certain Justine Russo.

“Hey caterpillar! You feeling excited?” she cooed, as jolly as ever. Caterpillar? Seriously?

Will she be calling me that until I morph into a beautiful butterfly?

“Yeah, thrilled,” I said as I chorused along with the other 25 hopefuls who were all contending to be the last 12 standing.

Each of us was assigned to a “butterfly” and I said my prayers as Kina grabbed me before I could have been eaten at the hands of Justine.

They sat us down and the President of Elite Butterflies; a senior by the name of Emma Glasgow, made her way up to give her welcoming speech.

“Em was Justine’s butterfly, so I guess you’re looking at the next President over there,” she whispered as she pointed to the blonde.

Oh, glee! Just what I was hoping for. To be at the service of the mighty Queen Justine. My pleasure.

“One of the perks of being apart of this wonderful club is that we are the official sister society to “The Tuxedo”, the leading society for all male socialites. Come on out boys!” Emma screeched into the microphone.

“Well, that certainly caught your attention,” Kina said, grabbing my arm and pulling me up.

“Well, they are the opposite sex. If I’m not mistaken, there’s this thing in Human Biology about opposites attracting?” I winked as she led me to the buffet, where everyone had gathered to mingle.

I squirmed at the mention of the bare word itself.

“KYLE! OVER HERE!” Kina screamed and before I knew it, a dashing young man appeared before my eyes.

She immediately wrapped her arms around his waist, “This is my boyfriend, Kyle. Kyle, this is Anesha. Be gentle, she’s a rookie.”

I smiled at their cuteness as a couple. It was like looking at two puppies pouting. So adorable.

“I can introduce you to some guys from The Tux. We have a number of “rookies” too,” he said while making air quotes with his lean fingers.

“Nah, I’m good,” I grinned at him with hope. After all, I already had my eyes set on another.

“PRINCESS!” A masculine voice called out and this time it was my turn to blush.