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I thought it was Saturday evening. Anyway.
~Kat~
"This is Brielle." Bri flips on speakerphone. "I'd like to thank you for the lovely card you made for me. It was beautiful," she says, grinning deviliciously at the rest of us.
"Uh, your welcome," Katie replies, sounding shocked.
"And I realized how stupid I have been. So, I'd like to propose a truce. You can come to my house later tonight," Bri adds, her eyes glimmering dangerously. (it's still in the limo just after school, remember?) I bite my lip surreptiously wishing Katie would see through the ruse.
"Uh… On one condition. That me, and the arty girls, along with the smart girls can all come. You see, we have a truce with them," comes Katie's voice.
It never occured to me that there might be feuds between other groups besides ours and the general public. But I suppose there must be such feuds. It might be interesting meeting the arty group, and the smart group too although Bri would likely be quite cruel to the both groups.
"Uh…" Bri stammers for a second then quickly regains her composure. "Oh, of course. Tonight. Starting at five." She gave them her address and hung up.
Kat checked her watch. 3:06. That wasn't much time. Did Bri honestly expect them to be all ready so soon?
"Back to Truth or Dare," Bri said, turning to Rianna.
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Oh wait, it's FRIDAY so the smart and artsy girls come over the day after today in the story.
Also Kat's birthday is in 14 days.
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Sorry!
Katie~
I text my Gramps and ask if it is okay, he says yes. Then I send out a mass text.
Katie> Hey! Brianna wants to truce so we are sleeping over to tonight at five.
Willow> Seriously?
Katie> yup.
Erin, right next to me asks me about the texts. "Are we really? It could be a trap,"
I hadn't thought of that. "We will have to take our chances." I glance down at my phone which is bombarded with texts.
Katie> Can you guys come?
Booksy> Its not that we can't come, its just that we don't really want 2
Katie> Okay guys, i get it. But we need 2 find a way to stop this war. It might be a trap, but we will take our chances.
Vi> okay. Im with u.
Luckily the others girls follow her lead and we all decide to meet up at Erin's house. "Hey Erin…im here and I can't really get extra clothes or anything… I think we are about the same size…"
"Oh! Yeah! In fact you actually left a whole suitcase of clothes here!"
"I did?"
"Yeah," she smiles, "long story. Now, what are we going to paint?"
"I was thinking zentangle."
I step back and admire Me and Erin's masterpiece. A flow of colors decorate her wall in crazy, flowing patterns. "Wow." Erin whispers.
"Can you close your curtains?" I ask. She quickly closes them and I turn the light off, making us both gasp. "Ta…da," I say, flabbergasted by our work of art.
Suddenly Erin is enveloping me in a hug, "Best. Thing. Ever!!!"
I hug her back when someone knocks on the door. "Hello?" Christoff.
"Come in!" Erin squeals, flipping on the light.
Christoff comes in and meets my eyes, then his jaw drops as he looks around the room. He looks back to me. "You did this?"
"Not just me," I say, gesturing to Erin.
"Oh?" He seems surprised. Then Erin turns the light off.
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Oh my Gandalf, i am so sorry! I just realized my mistake. I thought you meant we would be sleeping at whoever the girls girls sleepover at on Friday. Would that work? If not then lets just say that the Smart girls and Artsy girls are assembling tommorow.
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Christoff~
"Wow, sweet," I breathe as colors bounce out at me from all sides. "Great job."
"Want us to do yours?" Katie asks, gesturing to the paint cartons. "We have some left over."
"No thanks," I reply. I found some pretty cool sports wallpaper I was going to hang up.
As I leave, I hear muffled conversation from the room across the hall- dad's and Christie's. Putting my head to the door, I start to listen.
"May is seriously allergic to cats, you know," dad says.
"I know, Dennys. But TieDye or whatever she calls him is one of Erin's only comforts right now. She's probably even more upset that we're married than Christoff and Belle."
"Why? Come to think of it, you never told me about your other husband, Christiana."
"He… died. Him and Ben, Erin's older brother. In a car crash, on the way to Ben's football game." I can hear sniffles.
"Oh- oh, Christie, come on, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. Here." There's a honk, then more snuffling.
"T-thank you, Dennys. I-I'm sorry, it's just… I never forgot him, I-I still love him so much…" More sobs are heard, more pronaunced now.
"Oh, honey. Come on, sit down…"
The conversation dims out as they move away from the door. I step away, shock and horror ricocheing through my body.
Erin had a brother? And her dad and him both died in a car crash? Died? Wouldn't the whole school know about it if that happened?
Well, then, it's no wonder that Erin's so shy, I suppose. I bet she was a lot more pronounced before her brother died. I wonder how old he was.
Then comes the next problem. Should I tell anyone that I heard this? It's terrible news, for sure. Sinking down to the ground, I think for a moment.
No, I don't think so. I'll talk to her when the time is ripe.
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~WILLOW~
Shaving cream…
Green hair dye…
Whipped cream…
Toilet paper…
Whoopie cushion…
Super glue…
Shower soap…
Peanut butter…
Itching powder…
Maple syrup…
Phone (For taking pictures)…
Scissors (For cutting hair)…
Ice cubes…
Ink…
Paint…
OK. I think I'm all packed for Brielle's doom, I mean, sleepover!
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Haha! Captcha says fang! Yes, captcha, Willow will bite Brielle with her fangs… what should I name my captcha???
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~Kat~
"We're here!" Bri's dad calls. Bri opens up the door and steps out, her blue hospital gown flapping around her feet. I step out after Riana and Gigi follows me. "First things first, I NEED TO CHANGE," Bri says, her lip curling as she glares at her blue hospital gown.
"Like, YEAH," Riana agrees. Gigi and I follow Riana.
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.:Brielle:.
"First things first," I announce, glaring down at my hideous ensemble, "I NEED TO CHANGE."
"Like, YEAH." Rianna gives me the once-over and wrinkles her nose. "Stripes are unflattering, on, like, everyone. And it's completely shapeless. Not to mention the length. It should fall just above the knee or to your ankles; no in-betweens." She flicks a glossy lock of hair over her shoulder and turns on her heel, stalking off towards the mansion. "Let's get you fixed up, sweetie."
Kat treads alongside Gigi slowly. They exchange uncertain glances. I ignore them, hurrying to get inside before anyone sees me in this thing, and reach the front gate just in time.
"Mr. Fawn; Miss Fawn – and friends," Alestair acknowledges as we approach, bowing his head solemnly and shutting the gate behind us. He escorts us towards the golden double front doors and opens one. We all step into the foyer.
"Who's he?" Kat whispers.
"Alestair," I reply. "New butler."
Kat nods. Rianna pushes past her and swings her bent elbow into the crook of my arm, shooting me a wide smile. "You lead the way, Bri."
"'Kay." I ascend the gleaming marble staircase with the rest of the girls at my heels. The door to my bedroom breezes open easily, and I let the others enter before I go in myself and turn the lock.
Rianna flops onto my perfectly made bed, her hair splaying around her face in a fan. Gigi curls up onto my fluffy carpet and produces a complex, bulky nail kit from her backpack. She leans over in concentration, emptying its contents, and begins to organize multicolored bottles of polish.
"Did you redo your room?" Kat inquires. She walks along the edges of the freshly painted lilac walls.
"Yep." I barrel into my walk-in closet and rifle through the clothes. "What should I wear to dinner tonight?"
"Where are we eating?" Gigi asks, not looking up from her sorting session.
"Chez Pauline." I poke my head out. "Why?"
"Wear your babydoll dress – the turquoise one. With your black cut-out ankle boots."
"Studs or no studs?"
"Studs."
"'Kay." I emerge from the closet, twirling around to display the outfit. "Good?"
"Perfect," Rianna approves. "Wait, do I look okay?"
I scrutinize her. "Hmm … love the top, but you can't go to Chez Pauline in jeans." I reach back into the wardrobe, yank a solid black highwaisted skirt from its hanger, and toss it onto the bed. "Try this on. Kat, pick out some nicer shoes and Gigi, lose the headband. Maybe a simple updo instead." I go to work on her hair. Kat scrambles into the closet and settles for a pair of silvery flats.
"Much better," I decide after analyzing my new and improved friends. "Since Katie and her weirdo friends are coming over tomorrow night, you'll just stay at my place two nights in a row. Speaking of which – Kat, give me your phone again."
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~Kat~
"Try this on. Kat, pick out some nicer shoes and Gigi, lose the headband. Maybe a simple updo instead." I liked my shoes, I think, but I don't say anything. I riffle through Bri's collection. There's some stuff I like, but my style is more casual than hers. I try on a pair of black flats with slight high heels but they're too tight. I look around a little bit more than try on a pair of gray flats with a silver tinge so it shimmers slightly. They have a bit of heel but not as much as the black flats. I try them on and decide they fit well enough. Tucking my original shoes into my bag I step out.
"Much better. Since Katie and her weirdo friends are coming over tomorrow night, you'll just stay at my place two nights in a row. Speaking of which – Kat, give me your phone again."
I toss her my phone. She catches it with one hand and her fingers fly as she texts.
Wondering why she needs my phone- I mean, she has her own- I sit down on the bed. "Gigi, can I get a manicure?"
"Yeah, sure," Gigi says, surveying my outfit. She then grabs a bottle of silvery blue nail polish and some crackle effects and starts putting on the first coat.
Bri tosses back my phone. I catch it with my free hand.
"There you go," Bri tells Gigi, stepping back from her masterpiece. "Perfection."
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Katie~
"Wow! This is some crazy sleepover." I whistle, surveying the artsy and smart girls. We decided to have a sleepover at Erin's house (in her new room) then tomorrow go to…Kats.
"Yeah, tell me about it," Willow laughs.
"Okay…so. Stand-up comedy?" Booksy asks.
"What?" We all turn to look at her.
"You know. A competition. You can vote for one person besides yourself. Whoever wins decides what pizza we order."
"Great idea!" I grin. "Erin, can I go first?" She nods. "Alrighty!!"
"Y'all know the story of Romeo and Juliet? I wish I lived back then. Nowadays guys fall for skinny twigs with fair skin. Girls fall for guys out of league." I cough and whisper the next part. "You know, jocks and quarterbacks." I raise my voice again. "Girls have crushes for forever and DREAM and WAIT for the guy to gain his senses. Girl goes out with guy. Girl loves her cute guy. Girl gets hysterical of him flirting with other girls. They get into a fight about who he was winking at. Pretty soon you're back to square one."
I finish about five minutes later. I have them all laughing and and bawling their eyes out. I grin and bow.
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Where it said "gets hysterical of him flirting with other guys." I meant GIRLS.
I fixed it, Katydid.
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Viola~
I think about chemical reactions as I sit in the nail parlor.
Yes, I'm getting my nails done. Dark purple coat has been put on, and now they're adding simple monarch butterfly designs to my ring fingers. I don't know what possesed me to come… but I find that I actually quite enjoy getting them done.
According to Katie, we've been invited to a sleepover? At Brielle's mansion?
I keep thinking about alkaline metals in water as the lady finishes my left butterfly and moves on to my right one.
Chemistry… so beautiful. Right below biology.
I remember something I once heard in a Crash Course video. "Everything psychological is biological." And then the ideas of psychology and the Popularity Clique come together.
Why do they act the way they do? Because they have a superiority complex. Why do they have a superiority complex? Hmmm…
As my nails dry and a top coat is applied, I keep pondering it. They dry, I thank and pay the lady, and then, as I'm walking home in the rain, this runs through my head:
Anything, of course can be solved with science… observation… this too… yes… YES!
It's so simple, I think, before I realize I'm saying it aloud. I shout it: "IT'S SO SIMPLE!"
And as I run home, I grin like a maniac. I know just what kind of mind games I am going to play…
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Hm…. okay, so you guys can decide if you want to void my post or make it a "later that night" kind of thing.
Also, one more thing–
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CAN PEOPLE STOP DYING? Please? This isn't a murder mystery! It's a middle school drama!
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Sorry! The deaths happened before the RP started, and I thought of it before Katie's parents died! I just brought it up then!
P.S: Clode is going out of his way to make me annoyed. He just said "wayt". It's wait, Clode. With an i.
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Soo guys Kat is going to get mad during the sleepover with Katie and do a rage talk to Bri so whether or not the artsy & smart girls still hate her is something you should decide. Or if she should suffer loneliness from hanging out with those jerks.
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Willow would not hate her cause you know how we said at the beginning our charries would be friends? I was thinking maybe they have been like meeting in secret after school every Wednesday and they would be really good friends, they just didn't want everyone to know because their two groups are at war. If you don't want to do this idea, that's fine with me.
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~Kat~
"Hey, did you hear?" Riana asks from her spread eagle position on the bed.
"Hear what?" Bri asks without looking up
"Katie's parents DIED. She's, like, an ORPHAN."
Katie's parents are DEAD?? I bite my lip and don't say anything.
"SERIOUSLY??" Gigi asks.
"Only what she deserves, the she-devil," Bri says offhandedly.
I bite my lip harder, holding in the retort.
"Yep. Susie overheard some of Katie's weirdo friends talking about it in the hall and Susie told Kristeen. Kristeen told Kari, and Kari told Rachel, and Rachel told me," Riana recited.
Gigi paints on one last coat. "There you go, it's perfect!" She says with a big smile.
"Thanks!!" I say giving her a quick hug.
Everything feels so fake and I don't know why.
I sit down on the bed. "Sooo where are we going to sleep tonight?"
"We're sleeping in our regular one, the one with four beds, of course."
"Oh," I say. "I knew that!" I brush back a strand of my hair.
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Katie~
"Uh…nail parlor?" I ask Willow.
She grins, "Come on! It will be fun."
"Ill come with…but no promises," I tell the girls as we set out down the stairs.
Johnston~
"Snap!!" I shout. "What a play!" We were playing a card game and got into a never ending war-thingy. The card deck is piling up.
"Uhh…" Jason says as he plays one card, then another.
"One more card," Christoff say, starting a drumroll. I join in.
"And it's a six!!!" I laugh maniacally and take up the pile we had been building up.
"THAT'S OVER HALF THE DECK," Jason roars. "I GIVE UP!!" Then he shoots up and tackles me, Christoff joins in, landing on top.
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"Are you girls ready to go?" Bri's father asks, walking in.
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Katie~
The nail lady stares at my hands, aghast. They are filled with dirt and chipped in various places. "I live on a farm," is my explaination.
"Oh! Well, that makes sense."
"And…er…. I don't want them painted."
"Why are you here then?" she asks. I look back toward my friends. "Ah," she nods.
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I think this RP should start coming to a tidy close.
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I honestly think this Rp is far from done. We have so much to do, and I would think that maybe at the end of the school year is when we will start closing. After the sleepover maybe we could skip over some days.
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