Sabrina the Teenage Suspect
By JMFearless
Chapter One: The First Incident. POV: Libby
It's good to be the queen. I get to walk into school every day and have people either flock to my side or sit there and be jealous, wishing that they could be me. Or my personal favorite, the ones who cringe in fear, knowing that I'm going to put them in place on the social ladder. Sadly, there is one tragically deluded girl who refuses to do any of those things. Or rather, two tragically deluded girls. Sabrina Spellman and Valerie Birkhead had a nasty habit of not submitting to my snipes. Instead, they had the nerve to insult her. Who did those two think they were? But it really wasn't Valerie that got under her skin. She was just a background freak…at ordinary freak level, one might say. But the other one does something that gets under my skin. Ever since that day I woke up on the floor of her living room, she tries to be all sickeningly nice to me whenever we're around. She plasters this little smile on her face and tries to pretend like she cares. Sometimes she just ignores the insults rather than shoving them back in my face, like she's trying to be considerate or something. But I know it's fake. There's no reason she would really care about me after the way I've treated her. I know that. I accept it. I'm used to people not caring about me. I live with my mother after all and...well, lets just say she taught me everything I know. Like mother, like daughter right? Now I realize that you're probably thinking that the little blonde freak is just trying to make a nice gesture, but I wish she wouldn't pretend like that. I wish she'd just be honest and act like she hates me. Faking kindness isn't cool. Then again, it is Safreakna, queen of the uncool. Oh and for the record, if she tells you that I offered to give her a ride home, I absolutely did not. It's just a filthy lie. She even tried to sell it to me when I woke up.
Since I'm ready to go, I hop in my incredibly cool car and prepare to drive myself to school. This is one of the best parts of high school, because I get to see the envious looks on the face of every other student, including Safreakna. It's so delicious seeing that look on her face. I can't wait to see it again. It will be like a nice breath of fresh air to start my morning. I do my usual momentary outfit check before starting the car. Well, theoretically starting it anyway, because for some strange reason, it refuses to start.
"Come on you piece of junk!" I scream at it, getting out of the car. I can't believe this! How can my car not start? It's supposed to be perfect, just like me. This is so unfair. I guess I'm going to have to walk to school, which makes me groan. I don't like walking. It's so common. But mom's already gone to work for the day, so unless I want to ride the bus with the other commoners, so I'd better get moving. The streets sure are dull though. Man I hate this. The universe has absolutely no right to treat me like this. It just isn't fair. I've only ever had to walk to school once before, so I decide to do now what I did then: Pass the time by staring at random things and categorizing them into junky or cool. Good practice for school.
"Hmmm," I say, "Junk, junk, junk…ooh that car is kind of cool…junk, junk, junk, wait are those rain clouds? Oh great." I hate the thought of getting rained on. As if I would want my perfect hair and makeup ruined. Ew. I hurry faster, hoping to get out of the rain in a hurry. Not enough of a hurry though apparently, because my makeup still managed to get smudged and my hair is all wet. Maybe riding the bus with the commoners wouldn't have been so bad after all. At least I would have been able to lord my superior beauty over them. Unfortunately, now the thing that is normally my greatest strength is going to be my greatest enemy. Oh, you're probably wondering what that is, right? Well, simply put, it's the fact that everyone at school can see me. Normally I love it, because everyone can instantly see how superior I am to all of them, but now I wish it would just go away. How am I going to get to the bathroom and clean up without anyone seeing this unchecked disaster? I know, I'll just have to hide my face as best I can and run for it. Okay, here it goes. I take a deep breath and shove open the door, making a dead run for the bathroom and covering my face with both arms. Okay, so maybe this wasn't the best plan. I can tell by the whispers that I'm attracting as much attention as ever.
"Hey Libby," a voice says, "You okay?" Oh wonderful, it's her, with her usual phony concern for me.
"I'm fine!" I snap bitterly, "Get away from me freak!" Normally I would have toyed with her rather than going straight for the jugular like that, but having to walk here in the torrential downpour has pretty much ruined my mood to the point where I can't even be bothered.
"Well it's just…you don't look so good," she says, "Did you walk here in this weather?" Why won't she take a hint? Guess I'll have to spell it out for her.
"Leave me alone, Freakman!" I growl. I hurry into the bathroom, hoping she won't follow me. I listen for a moment for the sound of her footsteps, but I sigh with relief when I don't hear them. Thank heaven she didn't follow me in here. The last thing I need is for the queen of the freaks to see me looking like such a mess. I slowly move my arms down from my face and grab paper towels, quickly wiping away the mess that the bad weather has made of my makeup. Luckily, I carry a spare supply on me for emergencies. It'll take a while, but it's always better to be fashionably late to class than to show up looking like a freak, right?
(End of Chapter One)
A/N: So there it is, Chapter One. What do you think? Please leave reviews.
