Talk To Me

Talk To Me

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Parts 1

Ongoing<5 mins

Last published Mon, Feb 7, 2011

backstab clique janurary mily rouge

You there. That's right-I'm talking to YOU. Ever wanted to become popular? Or if you're lucky enough to be one of the it crowd, want to get out? The new answer to all your popularity problems:Rouge Mystique. She used to be really unpopular, but things have changed. Correction: ARE going to change this year. For her, at least. The mission: Get into MILY this year, and BRING THEM DOWN from the inside. She's sick of being tho only one without a partner/group. Say hello, MILY! There's a new face in town (sort,of anyway) and boy, is she a threat. Welcome Rouge? Yeah, right. To them, Rouge's just a pesky fly of a loser who's trying wayy too hard. Edging her way into the in crowd like a POSEUR won't score any points with them. They'll just continue thinking she totally shouldn't even be sitting at their table. But hey, when there's a will, there's always a way. Now Rouge=popular, popular=MILY Can Rouge do it? More importantly,can they handle her?

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