The Bitch Curse (on hold)

01 - "Beatrice Johnson, Queen bee? More like queen bitch."

The Bitch Curse by pinkfairydust

Everything that is written in this book belongs to the author unless claimed so. All rights reserved. Copyright 2014.

P.S. I am sorry if I am offending someone but this is just for fun, this is a Teen Fiction and a Humor. Just a heads up, so do not comment hate, it will be deleted.

P.P.S. There will be strong language in this book.

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Chapter one - Beatrice Johnson, Queen bee? More like queen bitch.

I'm Beatrice Johnson, if you haven't heard about me, you must either be insane or just retarded. Everyone has heard about me. I'm the Cheerleader Captain of Northwood High school. I assume that even people outside California has heard about me, I would not be surprised if they had. My cheerleader friends are also retarded or more like fake. Everyone is trying to be friends with me, but can't they see I'm not interested? But who can blame them, everyone wants to be my friend, I mean who wouldn't want a piece of Beatrice Johnson?

I swing my hips to the side as I walk in the Northwood High school's hallways, feeling everyone's eyes at me as they usually were when I walked by. I was wearing my usual cheerleader uniform consisting of a short skirt and a crop top -- not afraid to show off my well tanned belly -- and a pair of white Nike Air Max. My black straight hair was pulled up in a high pony tail, lifting up my heart-shaped face. My make up was some kind of natural, I had filled my eyebrows to match with my hair color. And to my eyes mascara, and to my lips I had used a bright red lipstick, nah maybe not natural anyway.

I fished up my phone from my bag, scrolling through the Facebook new's feed, five new friend requests and six new messages. I quickly read them without answering, I can't answer them all I don't have time for this, I have more important things to do, like ruin people's lives and turn them into a living hell. I rolled my eyes, no interesting people today either, such a shame! I put it back down in my bag and continued to walk past all these horny teenage boys, literally drooling over me. Disgusting, I don't want them.

There were a few boys whistling after me as I passed and I rolled my eyes. You don't have to remind me that I'm hot, I already know that.

I spotted my other cheerleader best friends, for the record, I didn't even like, with a few jocks from the football team. One girl named Amanda was literally drooling over the quarterback Flynn Johnson, AKA the douche so called my brother, God I hate him sometimes. And Amanda for drooling over my brother.

"Amanda," I said and faked a smile and pulled her into a quick hug away from my brother, "how are you?" I asked as I blew her a kiss, euw disgusting, I don't even like you.

Amanda looked over my shoulder, at my brother so I looked over at my shoulder too he was talking to someone else already. "Honey," she said and turned her attention completely to me, just the way I liked it. "I'm fine, how about you?" She asked with light in her eyes that made me feel sick.

The fact that you drooled over my brother, makes me feel sick, but I didn't say that out loud of course, "I'm fine." I said and faked another smile on my face, trying to cover up the hatred towards Amanda. To be honest, she's the one in our gang that is literally throwing herself at every guy she meets, and it is often me who ruins every relationship, but she doesn't know that so let's keep it like that.

"Flynn can I talk to you?" I asked in a bitchy tone raising my eyebrow up in a questioning look and Flynn turned his head to me, sighing once he nodded. Amanda soon then left us and let us so we could talk continuously. I looked down at my hands and at my cuticle disinterestedly and then brushed it against my uniform trying to get some dirt off and then blew on them so the dirt went away. I could her him sigh in annoyance, and when I looked up at him he was watching every move I made.

"What did you want to talk about? I need to get to practise." He said and brought his hand up to his hair and ran his hand through it a few times before messing it up, why does he even do that? It's ugly. I raised my eyebrows and gasped, putting my hand over my mouth. "Seriously B." He said and shot me a death glare, oh no he didn't.

I tilted my head to the side more bored than ever, why did I even want to talk to him? Oh right! So he can get late to his stupid football practise I don't even give a shit about but still cheering on, the irony. "Never mind, I forgot." And then another fake smile, this is getting exhausting to shoot people death glares, to be a bitch all the time, and all the fake smiles. Who am I kidding? This is what I've dreamed about ever since I got here, I'm the Queen Bee, everyone looks up at me. I shrugged my shoulders and walked away from him towards my own practise, now I have to practise all these retarded bitches who doesn't understand a shit, I swear that they don't even know the difference between right and left. I don't even think they know what their own names are to be honest. I scrunched up my nose in disgust just by the thought of them, even the sight of them almost makes me vomit.

Now you're probably wondering why I am the cheerleader captain of Northwood Highschool's cheerleader troupe if I hate them, here is my answer. What is a bitch without the title of the cheerleader captain? No bitch isn't going to steal that from me, that I am hell sure of.

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I grabbed the megaphone form the bleachers and started shouting it for all the retards to gather up in a line. "Today we're going train the new choreography we will be using in the Championships this year." I took a short pause and walked to the end of the line with a few feet gap between me and them. "We only have three months left, and we need to win this. Then it will be ten years in a row, so we can't lose this years girls, do you hear me?" I shouted and they cheered as in response that they were listening. They better be listening.

I dropped the megaphone to the ground ans started showing them the dance moves, hoping they were watching very carefully because I wouldn't show it again.

When I was done they clapped their hands and I curtsied and gestured to them that the field were theirs and they took their usual places and tried to the same as I did and I shook my head, this looked awful. I picked up the megaphone in my hand again and told them to stop with whatever they were doing, "Come on you can do better than this!" I shouted, but there was a voice back in my mind telling that they could never be better than they were. "Repeat the dance!" I shouted and played the music and they all started dancing again but this time I corrected them and coached them.

This is going to be a long day.

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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter but the next one will be longer.

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