Serendipitous… She thought, pushing up her thick glasses. Her dictionary lay open on her lap. Yes, Serendipitous was the perfect word for today.
Moose! Moosie! Check out the rack on you, whoop whoop! Amelie scoffed at the boys that passed by her, employing her heated nickname. She was not fat by any means, just the only seventh grader with a D cup. Immature little men.
She closed her dictionary firmly and began to gather her things, cardigan, math book, and her favorite green ring that she'd been subconsciously playing with. It was large and rather clashed with everything else her style stated, not that it ever mattered to her.
"Hey! There's my babe!" One of the boys shouted at her as she passed by.
"I am NOT your babe." She huffed, scuffling past him rather sheepishly. The boys at her school turned her pale with embarrassment.
However they thought jeering at the size of her chest was complimentary, she would never know.
"Hey sexy!" This time it was a female voice that caught her attention and made her blush hard with shock. Her best friend Sarah came running at her through the before-class crowds. Sara was everything opposite of Moose, tall, thin, generously flat chested and the object of none of the boys' incredulous torment. Her golden hair bounced as she came to a screeching halt infront of her friend.
"What did you just call me?! I can't believe you did that!" Moose was trying to hide her now tomato hued face behind her textbook.
"Oh lighten up, it's just their way of sayin they wanna bang ya." Sarah laughed evilly. She knew that only her jeering was ok with Moose. Plus she loved watching how fast her friends face could change to deeper shades of red.
"I can't believe you!" Moose barely gasped out, trying to shrink away, which inadvertently crushed her chest up higher against her textbooks, making it pop out larger. This earned another unwarranted whoop and holler from a passing eighth grader.
"Lighten up! You've got all the upperclassmen girls scared you'll steal their man! People DREAM for that kind of power in this shitfest!" Sara laughed.
Sometimes Moose still didn't understand how they had become best friends, almost everything that Sara did or said in public made Moose want to disappear entirely. Sara was confident, tall, and a little more than obviously sexual. It was a joke or maybe a past time for her, nobody quite could tell whether or not some of her stories were serious.
Moose was the opposite, short, curvy, with mousy brown hair, thick glasses and a propensity for schoolwork that occupied most of her dateless, makeupless, boy-less evenings. The only man she considered in her life was her cat Figuro.
"Hey! Don't you talk to my friend like that!" Oh great, Moose was pulled out of her thoughts again when she saw Sarah pursuing the last whoop-er. Without hesitation she swung her math book shield down and proceeded to drag her friend away from the scene with an awkward scuffle. Sara was still calling back profanities.
"One of these days a teacher's going to hear you! Or worse, my mom." Moose hissed, trying to pull up her shirt that had somehow slid down again. Giving up, she re-fastened her cardigan all the way up to the top button.
"Oh don't do that Moosie it makes you look like an Amish Nun!" Sara pouted. Moose brushed her off.
"Rather an Amish Nun than a French whore." She grimaced, watching her friends' jaw hit the floor at the use of her word 'whore'.
"Oh my god my little girl's first official adult insult!" Sara cheered. Moose hit her only half-jokingly with her book.
"We gotta go fast. I'm not letting you make me late so much this year!" She exclaimed, embarrassed, as she dragged a still awkwardly cheering Sarah towards the earth science room that was their first period class.