This story is a remake of the movie 'Pretty Persuasion' starring Evan Rachel Wood. Except of course, it contains Beyblade characters. I believe this movie has a very good message among all it's wrongful morals and lessons. Overall, it's something everyone should read.
In front of a team of gay movie execs, Mariam Carey seductively wriggled her hips to the tune of an old french classic. Wearing a short jean skirt and frighteningly tall stilettos and a flowered see through blouse, she looked stunning. But to the tone of the movie executives' voices, she was less.
The one on the right of the steel table tapped his pen impatiently.
"Okay. That's good. So do you like Dysfunction?" Mariam stopped dancing and leant a little forward.
"What?"
"Dysfunction, the show, do you watch the show?" The man in plaid repeated.
"Oh yah, course." The bluenette said, arms behind her back. He nodded stalely before continuing.
"So here's the deal. You're Marie-france', new french foreign exchange student-"
"From France." The other wearing pink butted in. Mariam nodded. The executive continued.
"You're staying with the Parkers, and you're a little gayla hottie, okay? Buttery little croissant, ya get me?" She gulped. Once again, the other guy butted in.
"Cute lil' baguette." She glanced at him before flicking her violet tresses.
"Okay now Cody, actually wants to get all up in that ass soon. Ya know what I'm saying?" Mariam blinked and nodded.
"Yeah... Do I have to wear these shoes my feet are killing me..?" Mariam said confidently, appearing to shift her weight uncomfortably.
"They're french." The pink said.
"Okay, we know that you can dance, so I want you to go ahead and grab that over there." The plaid one began, pointing the pen toward a loaf of french bread on the table beside Mariam. "You'll drop the french bread, you'll say the line,-"
"Ooh la la, I've dropped my baguette,"
"And you'll wiggle your little tushy in front of the audience as you bend over to pick it up and presto! A star is born." Emerald orbs looked up in thought.
"You want me to do it now?"
"Yeah." Plaid said, beginning to tap his pen again. Mariam did a little twirl and dropped the bread to the floor.
"Ooh lala, dropped my baguette." Mariam said in a french accent, then bending over sexily.
"Alright that was excellent. Love the accent. That was beautiful that was very nice. Very authentic. Thank you. We're done here we'll call you. You can leave now." The plaid said. Mariam didn't nod, but chewed her lip as she began to walk toward the audition room's exit.
"Oh hey now, don't you try to walk off with those shoes now they belong to the show." Pinky said. Mariam nodded before exiting the room. Walking out into the corridor, Mariam passed about 40 girls all waiting for their turn to audition. Most were blonde and had the typical hourglass figure. All were wearing some kind of short clothing to show off legs. Mariam payed no attention to them and continued her strut to the bathroom, grabbing her shoes from her seat along the way.
Once there, she sat upon the counter and took off the painful heels. Then she turned to the mirror and used a small piece of paper towel to wipe off the overly-red lipstick.
The next day, beautiful blue skys overlooked a private school where palm trees swayed gently in the wind and many important kids all wearing the same uniforms walked around the outside. The outfits for the female participants were pink short sleeved blouses with a knee long grey skirt. For boys, it was a blue blazer and grey pants. This school was Roxbury Academy, in Beverly Hills.
Then, a black Lamborghini pulled to a stop outside the busy scene. Out of it stepped an Arabian girl, named Rhanda. She was new to this school.
While Mariam was standing on the stairs of the proud building, eyeing a pink haired female from across the school road. She was affectionately kissing a boy with long raven hair. Mariam kept her burning gaze on them until they walked out of sight.
During this time, a reporter for a some stupid news channel was sitting in the principle's office, discussing with him about a short interest piece for the local news. The principle, Mier(my-er), seemed somewhat uneasy. The reporter was a tall blonde woman, wearing a light blue shirt and grey slacks.
"I'll be interviewing some students. Sitting in on some classes, gathering footage.. We'll make sure to be an un-intrusive as possible." She said, apparently her name was Tate.
"Ms. Tate let me be frank. The school board approved this, not me. I myself am uncomfortable with the idea of cameras at Roxbury. Many very important people send their very important kids here." Mier said, keeping a stern look.
"Believe me Mr. Mayer-"
"Mier, think of the weiner." She nodded respectfully.
"O... kay, Mr. Mier you have nothing to worry about. We're talking about a harmless, little interest piece for the local news. They're not looking for anything remotely controversial otherwise why would they assign it to me?" She said, straight face, hand over her heart. The principle looked down, gulped and looked up at Ms. Tate again with that same stern face.
"Okay, we're done now. I guess I'll see you in two weeks.."
"Excellent." The reporter said, arising from her chair and bending over to pick up her briefcase. Alas, a knock at the door.
"Come in." Mr. Mier said. This person at the door walked in only to come face to face with Ms. Tate's behind.
"Mr. Mier the kids graffitied my car again-Woah, am I interrupting something?" he stuttered out. Ms. Tate stood up straight.
"No, we've just finished." The principle said. "Ms. Tate I'd like you to meet Roger Knickle our Law & Civics teacher here at Roxbury." Knickle extended his hand. But Ms. Tate said a quick hello then strolled right out of the office.
"Okay...." Roger breathed, "she's a dyke." And took a seat. Mr. Mier looked up curiously.
Mariam leant against the fire engine red lockers of the corridors of the school. Rhanda was next to her opening her combination lock and putting her new books away. Mariam had taken a liking to Rhanda as soon as she layed eyes on the nervous girl. And Rhanda was in no position to pass up friends.
"Symbiotic. That's what our relationship's gonna be like Rhanda." The blunette said, looking straight ahead as Rhanda continued with her books. "Just like in biology. The whale, and the little fish that sticks on it. You see if you hang with me you'll get a lot of attention from boys that you otherwise wouldn't... And when I'm standing next to you I'll look more attractive by comparison. Isn't that great?"
"Yes, very nice." Honestly, one would wonder if Rhanda even knew what Mariam meant. But compared to Mariam, Rhanda wore a heejab (one of those things an arab wears on her head that looks like a veil) and a pink blouse and grey skirt. She was also slightly shorter than Mariam. Then the 2 girls walked away from the lockers and out the door into the glittering sun, passing other students. They continued to chat all the while.
"It's a constant struggle for us westerner girls who have to put up with the trademark blonde hair, blue eyes and the hourglass figure. Or pink hair is just as bad. You know my best friend Mariah whom you'll meet soon? So lucky. She's totally natural. You know I could dye my hair but no one respects a bottle pinkette. I am slim, however, and my breasts are filling in nicely. Still not as nicely as my best friend named Mariah whom you'll meet soon." Mariam was carrying a small stack of books all her own and held them close to her chest. One would say she looked innocent. Haha, no.
But Mariam continued as the 2 girls halted for a minute.
"You know you're really lucky I'm doing this for you. I know you probably have the impression
of American high school girls being mean, and spiteful, and it's a reputation that's largely deserved, believe me. But I'm not like that at all. I really try to be a good person.. Same as my best friend Mariah, who you'll meet soon." With that, Mariam turned to the left and continued to walk. Rhanda reluctantly followed.
As the duo rounded the corner of the school, Mariam decided she'd better make sure Rhanda knew the ropes of Roxbury.
"So here's you're first survival tip; This is Beverly Hills, so alot of the kids that go here have rich and famous parents and it's good to know who's who." Mariam looked around for a second before spotting a long haired brunette young man. "Like, that's Micheal Horowitz. His dad is the famous lawyer Larry Horowitz. He defended that baseball player who killed his wife. He got him off too, even though they found him running around with a baseball bat covered in blood screaming 'I killed the bitch I killed the bitch'." Mariam jumbled it out. Rhanda nodded innocently. Then Mariam spotted someone else. "That's Emily Fincher. Her mom was the spokes model for this perfume company but then she got old and they fired her." Emily was standing up near the lunch tables, (which were outside) reapplying her make-up. When Mariam spotted another guy walking towards them.
"And that's... Dave.. something... His parents aren't famous so nobody talks to him. I do though. Cuz I'm a good person." Mariam smiled down at the arab. "Hi Dave." Mariam said as he strolled past. Only to here the lilac haired boy shout back,
"It's Bryan!"
A couple minutes later found the 2 sitting under the shade of a big tree in the schoolyard, eating lunch. Mariam was munching on a celery stick while Rhanda was unwrapping something from silver foil.
"That smells good what is that?" Mariam asked, leaning over and flicking her blue tresses.
"Spaehab. Would you like some?" Rhanda answered, lifting the foil towards her companion. Mariam thought for a second as a small breeze played with her hair.
"Is it fattening? I have to be careful." She said.
"I dunno." Rhanda answered once again.
"Ooh, I'm organizing an international food fair to raise money for the drama club next week, you absolutely must participate. Will you?"
"Okay."
"Bonus.. I'm also hoping that it won't just raise money but it'll also help to foster a spirit of togetherness among the multi-cultural community here at Roxbury." Mariam smirked evilly. "I have respect for all races.. But.. I'm very glad that I was born white. As a woman, it's the best race to be. Especially if you wanna become an actress like I do." Rhanda nodded and continued to listen while Mariam chomped the last piece of her celery stick. "If I wasn't white, then the next thing I'd wanna be is Asian because alotta men like Asian girls because they think they're docile and sweet and subservient which I don't really think is true because I met this Asian girl at summer camp one time and she was a real bitch..." Mariam narrowed her eyes in spite. Rhanda's eyes widened, but just for a second.
More time later, Mariam and Rhanda waltzed out from under the tree and back into the lunch table and fountain district around the brick building. Needless to say, the school was beautiful.
"If I couldn't be white, and I also couldn't be Asian, then, ..My third choice would be African-American. Cuz I've always wanted to be a gospel singer and also black men are more forgiving if your black kid's big. 'Cept I'd definitely want light skin and Caucasian features like Vanessa Williams, or Halle Berry." Both girls heard the school bell ring. Mariam glanced at Rhanda with a smile before running off and waving for Rhanda to follow.
The girls were both in english class with Mr. Granger. Mariam was sitting in front of Rhanda. Mr. Granger was also Mariam and Mariah's drama teacher. He was rambling on about sentence conjunctions and Mariam saw her chance to continue the discussion she and Rhanda were having before the bell. Mariam slyly turned around to face Rhanda in her seat.
"Now Rhanda no offence or anything, but my very last choice would be an arab." Mariam said quietly. Rhanda looked up without a look of distaste or anger, twiddling a pencil in her brown hands. "Truth be told you're not in a very enviable position. There's a lot of resentment in this country towards the middle east,a lot of stereotypes floating around which I don't really think are true because for the amount of time I've known you you haven't tried to bomb anybody and you currently smell okay to me. People will laugh at you, and probably make fun of that thing you wear on your head-"
"This is my heejab. I must not remove it." Rhanda said, gently tugging at the silk on her head.
"I know, I know," Mariam said, fronted, giving the girl a rather sincere look. All the while, Mr. Granger kept lecturing, oblivious to the dispersing behind him. "But people are ignorant. I'll give you an example. There's this joke going around. How does an arab get his wife pregnant?" She asked.
"I do not know." Rhanda muttered, keeping a straight face.
"He jacks off on the wall, and she lies naked on the bed. Then he lets the flies do the rest." Rhanda paused a second before giggling. "No. Don't laugh. It's insulting to your people."
"Ms. Carey."
Uh oh, busted. Mariam immediately shut her mouth and turned around in her seat.
"Thank you." The teacher said, going back to his work. Then Mariam turned around again.
"I had a half-brother named Joseph who died in 'operation Iraqi Freedom'." She said, using 2 fingers and doing the movement. "He was from my dad's first marriage and I'm from his second, he's now in his third." Mariam shook her head. "Anyway, I keep telling my dad that Joseph died in open fire but dad keeps saying it was the Iraqis who killed him. I was like, why would the government lie and say he died one way when he died another? But father refuses to believe it. He said I was too young to understand-"
"Ms. Carey." There's that voice again. Mariam turned around to face the glaring Mr. Granger. "There should be exactly one conversation going on in this room and that's me. Stop talking."
"Please Mr. Granger it's hardly a conversation. Mr. Granger nodded.
"Alright here's one for you I'll see you in detention this afternoon."
"But I-" Mariam was about to argue.
"You too." Granger said, pointing a finger at Rhanda.
"Me?" She perked up.
"Yes you, you.." He stuttered,
"Her name's Rhanda." Mariam said calmly.
"Yes, yes, course it is." Mr. Granger said. Then returned to his business.
"Sorry Rhanda." Mariam whispered.
About an hour later, Mariam and Rhanda were outside sitting on the school steps between the 2 rows of lockers. A blonde chick walked through them as they were sitting on opposite ends. That didn't stop them, though.
"It's unfortunate that we both have detention with Mr. Granger, but, it's only gonna prolong our day together." Mariam smiled kindly. That was when a guy with brown hair so bushy you couldn't see his eyes walked between the two. When he reached the bottom, he abruptly turned around.
"Hey arab chick! Wanna buy a gun?" Mariam wouldn't have it.
"Get lost you unkept miscreant!" She shouted at him, raising both arms slightly. He gave her a death glare and walked away. She sighed. "Stay away from Kenny the arms stealer. It's kids like him that give this great nation of ours' a bad name." Mariam finished, shaking her head. Rhanda nodded in understanding.
"You are very wise Mariam. I was fortunate to have met you." She said, smiling brightly.
"Oh my god Rhanda, thank you, you're so sweet. Come on." Mariam said, as she and Rhanda took the school once again.
Meanwhile, Ray and Mariah were walking hand in hand out by the entrance to the school.
"You know Marie, I was watching girls go by in their convertibles. I'd say 75.. To 85% of them were what you'd call beautiful." Mariah almost looked down in dismay. But Ray continued. "You wanna know a secret?" She tilted her head curiously. "They're ugly inside. Not like you." Ray took her hands in his, and Mariah grinned. "You're special. You're the kinda beauty that lasts forever." Mariah sighed, before romantically pressing her lips to his as Ray released her hands and played with her pink strands.
Mariam and Rhanda continued walking until a boy bounded across the way and slapped Mariam's ass.
"Ah! Enrique get off me!" Mariam screamed, lightly pushing Enrique away. Enrique stared at Rhanda before pointing and laughing childishly. Mariam sighed. "Rhanda this is Enrique. He's technically my boyfriend, except I don't like him." Mariam said as Enrique flicked Rhanda's heejab.
"So Mariam, Oliver Francois has the funniest shit on his locker. It's this poster with all these reasons why beer is better than a woman." Mariam nodded, rolling her eyes all the while. "One of the reasons was, uh, beer doesn't... Doesn't talk! Aha," He laughed. "Uh, another one-"
"It's, it's okay Enrique,." Mariam said. The blonde boy nodded before running off screaming something to Tala. "Enrique plays football." Mariam told her sidekick. Rhanda nodded. Then another person came running.
"Girlfriend!" Mariah yelled, finally coming to a stop beside the duo.
"Girlfriend!" Mariam said in return.
"How was the Dysfunction audition?" The pinkette asked. Mariam blushed.
"I'm not holding my breath. It's so hard to stand out nowadays you know?" Mariah nodded. "So Mariah this is Rhanda, Rhanda's from the middle east she's really sweet. She doesn't say much though." Mariah smiled politely.
"Hi! I know all about the immigrant experience, how hard it can be. I'm Canadian." Mariah smiled. Rhanda grinned.
"So where were you all day?" Mariam asked, books in one hand, other on her hip.
"Walking... With Ray," Mariah said happily. The girl was totally lovesick, and appeared to rock back and forth on her heels.
"Oh god, you're on happy pills." Mariam smiled. Rhanda just went along with the conversation, not bothering to interrupt the 2 giggling girls. Mariah's smile appeared to widen.
"Mariah he's a poet! Everything that comes out of his mouth is like an iempic pentagram!" Mariah swooned, holding her chest.
"Who is Ray?" Rhanda finally saw her time to interrupt.
"Who's Ray?" Mariam said peppily, "He's only the hottest hottie of all the hotties at Roxbury!" Mariah exaggerated. Mariam just shook her head at her bouncing friend. "Mariam and Ray used to go out but now that me and Ray are together she could've been a green-eyed monster about it but she's actually been really sweet." Mariah referred to her friend.
"Mariah I wouldn't ruin our friendship over a boy." Mariah grinned yet again.
"Wonder twins!" Both said at once, knocking fists. "Mariah and I are the best of friends. We confide in eachother. Like the other day, Mariah confided that she feels dirty when she masturbates but I told her it was normal and healthy." Mariah looked taken aback, but Mariam didn't seem to notice. The emerald orbed female just kept her gaze on Rhanda. "Even when you do it as much as she does." Mariah was actually about to say something before Mariam whooped again. "I forgot to tell you they posted the cast list for 'Anne Frank'!" She said. Mariah's eye's lit up.
"Really?! Who's Anne?"
"I dunno, I waited for you silly. Let's go!" Mariam said, leading the way. Rhanda just stood in place. "Come on, Rhanda!" Mariam called after. The girl smiled and was on Mariam's heels once again.