Rebel Girl

3} Makeovers Are Highly Underrated.

© Amber Kalkes 2014

Song: "Undone {The Sweater Song}" By Weezer

Chapter Three: Makeovers Are Highly Underrated.

I ended up getting out of going to Sutton’s the day before saying I had chores to do. Which is only a half lie. I had to do my weekly bottle clean up at home and prepare for my dad's bi-weekly abandonment. Usually this also entails me packing for him and making sure he had all the bills sent out for the month. 

So again, only a half lie.

When I get to school I stumble onto the oddest scene in Jefferson’s recorded history. Well to my recollection anyway. Sutton is in the face of the most unlikely person in the world. Carrie Dewitt looks flabbergasted as Sutton stand there in all her badass glory yelling at her. I stop in my tracks listening to the conversation along with most of the student body that watch on morbidly curious.

“You don’t know shit about me. So don’t come preaching to me about how to treat people.” Sutton snaps.

Carrie rolls her blue eyes delicately. “I was just suggesting you try to be nicer to people. Stefanie was really upset about yesterday.”

Sutton sneers at her. “Like I really give a shit about her feelings. She needs to learn to keep her mouth shut and out of my business.”

“Your business?” Carrie asks with a thin eyebrow raised. “She was simply introducing herself.”

“No she was talking shit about Emerson. So sorry if your friend’s ‘feelings’ were hurt but I’m finding it really hard to give a shit when she’s talking about my friends.”

Oh my god they’re talking about me.

Carrie looks incredulous. “You’re friends with Emerson? Emerson Knoll? I doubt that. In fact, I bet you're just using her. Could you get any more cruel?”

Is Sutton using me? I doubt it. What the hell can I be used for? I couldn’t even make a good lackey and usually to be used people want something in return. Stare blankly at people I can do but anything that can’t be rivaled by a catatonic person I’m pretty useless.

“Use her?” Sutton snorts, echoing my thoughts. “For what? You and your little bitch squad have totally isolated her. I see through your little façade Carrie. If you’re some Virgin Mary then I’m the fucking Pope.”

Carrie gasps. “You are seriously disturbed.”

Sutton rolls her eyes about to speak again and I take this as my cue to head inside. It’s bad enough the good girl and the newest bad girl were arguing but the fact remained they were arguing about me. What kind of insanity is happening in this school? Did someone put something in the water supply?

Someone grabs my arm and begins hauling me somewhere making me panic. I look up and was shocked to see a brown leather jacket and curly black hair leading me to the nearest girl’s restroom. Once inside Carla turns to me and slowly eyes my outfit with her bright green eyes. Her smacks her tongue in her mouth with a click before throwing her bag into a sink.

As Carla rummages around in her bag I catch my reflection in the nearby mirror feeling more depressed than before. I can see why she was disappointed. My waist long auburn hair is dull and braided over my shoulder peeking out from under the hood of my red sweatshirt. My jeans are holey and my white t-shirt underneath is a bit frayed at the edges. My sneakers are riddled with holes, which makes rainy days a bitch to walk through.