Author's Note: Hello! This is my 3rd (posted) S.C. story. I need to warn you - this story is a COMEDY ONE-SHOT. Don't take it seriously - it's made for laughs. If you choose to take it seriously, then, well, I can't stop you. Tee-hee, I wrote this to let off steam, I guess. I don't like Carole very much, you see.
Disclaimer: I don't own Saddle Club. You wouldn't like it if I did.
Carole Hanson, a messiah amongst riders at her riding school, which was named Pine Hollow, was not a happy girl.
No, Carole was not happy at all. In fact, she was borderline suicidal. The thing was, Carole really had no reason to be so depressed. She had two great friends, Stevie Lake and Lisa Atwood. The people at Pine Hollow looked up to and respected her. Her dad loved her very, very much. But Carole was not satisfied with her life.
"I am not satisfied with my life," she said to Lisa and Stevie while they were looking at horse magazines. Carole was on the floor next to Lisa's bed, and Lisa and Stevie were on the other side of it. They peaked over the top.
"Really, Carole? Why ever not?" Lisa asked. Lisa sounded very worried. Lisa was often very worried. She cared deeply for her friends, and thus often worried for them. Worried, worried, worried.
"I don't know, Lisa." Lisa reached out to touch Carole's sleeve. "Lisa…did you just touch my sleeve?!"
"Um…yes…"
"Don't. Touch. Me. EVER." Carole said through clenched teeth. Stevie thought it was best to chime in now.
"Don't tell Lisa what to do, Carole! And she's only trying to help you!"
"Yeah? Well, she sucks at helping!"
"Get a grip, Carole! This is not very cool of you!" Stevie got off the bed and stood in front of Carole.
"Oh, be quiet, Stevie! You are a big poopy-head!" Carole got off the floor and stood in front of Stevie.
"Don't call me a poopy-head, you do-do brain!"
"I can call you whatever I want, Stevie Lake!" Carole grabbed Lisa's horse magazines and headed for the door.
"You can't just walk out of Lisa's room like that! Who are you, Veronica?" Lisa was crying in the corner, and Stevie was about to get physical. The bad kind, that is.
"Are you serious, Stevie? Don't ever compare me to Veronica! You are a loser and I hate you!"
"Fine! Go ahead! You can be friends with Kristi for all I care!" Carole was out the door now, and Stevie was angrier than she had ever been in her life. However, she found herself running after Carole. "Hey! Wait!"
Carole stopped in Lisa's kitchen, where Mrs. Atwood was pretending not to notice the girls' ever-so-heated argument. "What do you want, poopy-head?"
"Does this mean we're not friends anymore?"
Carole twitched. She shivered. She almost jumped through the roof. Throwing the magazines that weren't even hers on the floor, she yelled at the top of her lungs, "OF COURSE WE ARE NO LONGER FRIENDS YOU DUMBY HEAD! YOU ARE TACKY AND I HATE YOU! ALSO, YOU ARE NOT VERY NICE TO ME EVEN THOUGH I AM VERY DEPRESSED!" Carole Hanson stormed out of the house, never to be seen again.
