Altered for the Worst

Untitled Part 1

Her name was Ivie and she is a cliche good girl. She had good grades and lots of friends. She was very good at school. She has long blonde hair with brown eyes. She feels pretty but she hates her height she is 5’2 but in Formaca High School you have to be 5’4 at least to join basketball, the only sport that doesn't make her irritable. The team is very competitive and does not accept shorties.

“ Hey Ivie are you going to Richards football kick-off party?” Screeched Marissa. Marissa was the exact opposite of Ivie. She has bad grades and she was only friends with the bad kids. She has dark brown hair, blue eyes and she has the height Ivie envies, 5’4.

“ I dont think so. I have a lot of school work to do.” Ivie said apologetically. She kinda wanted to go but she had a lot of school work to do.

“ Oh please.” She said in a snarky tone.

“You can get it all done, you have time tonight the party is at eight! Plus you never hangout with me anymore, I miss you and its friday so you have all weekend!” Marissa begged.

Ivie thought about it for a second. She hardly did hangout with Marissa at all this year.

“ Okay Marissa I will go..”

Marissa screeched loudly and skipped off to the gym. Ivie turned back to her locker and shoved her social in it and grabbed her science textbook that was full of notes and yesterdays assignment. In science her mind wandered to the party. What should I wear? She thought worriedly.

The school bell rang and it was finally the end of the day. She walked on to the bus and hurried to her usual seat. She put on her headphones and daydreamed the whole way home.

Ivie spent all evening doing homework. She looked at the clock and saw that it was six thirty. She cursed under her breath. She was going to be late!

“ Nope, ugly, stupid, out of date, trashy!!” Ivie said as she searched through her closet. She was throwing clothes all around her room looking for clothes to wear. She didn't know if she should wear a dress or if nice jeans and a shirt would be ok. She has nice Miss Me jeans and a really cute long sleeve shirt. She pulled her jeans off the hanger and threw them on her bed. She grabbed a shirt off a shelf in her closet and put it on. It was too tight so she took it off and threw it on the floor. She ran down stairs to the laundry room looking for her favorite shirt. She looked in the dryer and and the floor all of her clothes were filthy. She rushed out of the laundry room and back into her room. She put on her Miss Me jeans and kept looking for her shirt. By the time she found the perfect shirt its six fifty. Ivie sighed, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to go anymore. She put her fancy long sleeved shirt on and looked in the mirror.

“ I look like a walking insecurity.” She said unbelievingly. “ I can’t believe I am going to go to this nightmare of a party!”