THE MALLORY NO ONE KNEW: A TRUE STORY OF LIFE, DEATH, AND HIGH FASHION.
author note: If you have never seen the BSC movie, then you might be confused as to who Luca is. He's a really hot guy from Switzerland who Stacey falls in love with...in the movie, I mean...
Chapter 1
"I hereby call into order this BSC meeting!" Kristy Thomas exclaimed from her traditional director's chair in Claudia Kishi's bedroom. Stacey rolled her eyes dramatically. "I'm getting way too sophisticated for this."
"Oh, shut up, Stace," piped up Mallory. She used to be a rather shy girl, afraid to offend her elders, but now, years later, she had grown tired of the older girls' antics, and had secretly vowed to take control. "I'm getting really sick of you always complaining. Just because you and Claud are the only ones out of us who wear a bra, does NOT mean that you can just--" Mal was cut off by the loud throat clearing of the club's president.
"Moving on...any club business?," Kristy asked, raising her eyebrows expectantly. Mary Anne shyly cleared her throat and raised her hand.
"This isn't kindergarten," Stacy snapped, glaring at the Spier girl like she was a blouse on the sales rack at Macy's.
"S-sorry. I just wanted to announce that Sharon is taking me bra shopping this weekend," Mary Anne whispered. She turned a bright shade of red and lowered her eyes.
"And this is club business how?" Abby asked, taking a shot from her inhalator. She wheezed violently and started to cough.
"Oh, my God!" screamed Mary Anne, jumping up. "She's having an Ass-mar attack!!"
Abby fell to the floor and began to writhe there, trying to gasp for air, but failing.
"Oh, who cares? She's not REALLY having an asthma attack; she's probably just faking!" said Kristy waving her hand as though to dismiss the matter. "Now let's get on with this meeting!"
"Kristy!" Claud shrieked. "Abby is DYING!!"
Mal decided to take action. She rushed to the girl's side and began giving her mouth-to-mouth (as though it would work). So this is what kissing is like...she thought, intrigued. I always imagined it to be more, but I guess this is as good as it gets. She continued to breathe into Abby's mouth, spitting out some wild, curly black hair that had gotten in the way.
Abby sat up suddenly, knocking Mal into Claud's desk. She began to breathe normally, much to everyone's relief.
Mallory started rubbing her shoulder, cursing angrily to herself. "Why am I the one who always gets hurt? WHY??" She got up and ran for the door.
"Stop!!" Kristy roared. "This is a club meeting and no one is allowed to leave"
"Take a chill pill, Mal," Claudia advised, playing with her earring shaped like a viking. She had made it herself. Of course.
"Seriously, Mal. Don't get your panties in a knot. Especially not the granny panties that you wear. When are you going to grow up and start wearing thongs?" Stacey started filing her nails and fluffing her blonde hair.
"Ewwwww!" Jessi shrieked. "That's like a permanent wedgie! I'd rather run free like a newborn foal."
"Well you can go shove that newborn foal up your leotard-covered bum for all I care, Jessica Ramsey!" Mal spat, tightening her checkered bow tie amidst her rage.
Jessi froze. Mallory had never said anything so...so cruel before! Jessi's eyes brimmed with tears. "I thought we were supposed to be best friends!! We were the underdogs! Taking the short end of the stick...together!"
"Yeah? Well I'm SICK of the short end of the stick! I want the LONG END! AND I'M GONNA GET IT!!" With that, Mal tore off her bow tie, threw it at Jessi, and stormed out of Claudia's room despite Kristy's cries of protest. That is IT! Mallory screamed inside her head. I am sick of all of this! I am going to get a make-over, buy my very own horse, run away with it, and find myself a girlfriend! I mean...a boyfriend... However, Mallory's plans were cut short as she realized that with seven siblings, she would never be able to afford it.
Mallory turned onto her street, but instead of going to her own house, she ran to Stacey's which was conveniently right behind hers. On the way, Mallory tore down the red towel that hung on her back porch. It was her secret code with Stacey, a way of telling her that she would walk to school with her. It was also handy for saving money on the phone bill.
Mallory hid behind a bush in Stacey's backyard, waiting for the cool, older girl to come home. Mal had decided to make Stacey her mentor, teaching her all the sophistication that she would need to survive junior high. To get ready for Stacey's arrival, she attempted to flatten her rats nest and straightened her glasses.
Click clack. Stacey's high heels made their way down the sidewalk. She unlocked the door and made her way to the kitchen where Maureen awaited.
"Stace, did you eat?" Maureen asked, worriedly opening the fridge and pulling out a plate of sliced apples. "Peach, did you?"
"No, I don't want any peaches!" Mallory could hear Stacey reply.
"Well, you haven't eaten since five minutes ago, when I gave you that slice of meatloaf...I'm getting concerned."
"MOM. SHUT UP," Stacey spat. "If I keep hanging around you, I'm going to get fat, and then Luca won't like me anymore! ALL the girls in Switzerland are skinny as rails...and..." she began to sob. "NONE of them have diabetes, I'm sure!" Stace was very sensitive about her illness. "I am NEVER going to get anywhere in life all because of this stupid disease!! I HATE MY LIFE!!" Stacey violently wiped tears from her baby-blue eyes and stormed out the back door. "I need some fresh air," she explained, sniffing.
As Stace stepped out onto the porch, Mal decided it was time to pounce. She leaped out of her bush and tackled the Miss White lookalike, enjoying every moment of skin-to-skin contact.
Stacey screamed and threw Mal off her, using curse words that Mallory was NOT allowed to repeat. "Oh my GOD!!" Stacey cried. Mallory landed with a thump on the lawn as Stacey bucked her off.
It was hard to see in the dim night air, but Stacey gasped as her eyes beheld a curly mop of McDonald's-red hair and a pre-pubescent bod ruggedly encased in a red pin-stripe oxford shirt, extra-high trousers held up with teal suspenders, and newly-shined loafers adorned with one penny each. "Mal...is that...you?" she gasped. "Why in the name of New York City are you in my backyard? And what possessed you to tackle this gorgeous bod?"
Mal licked her lips as she stared at Stacey. "I...uh...just wanted to know if you'd, you know, mentor me? You know, make me as sophisticated as you are? I want to look like I'm formerly of NYC, just like you."
Stacey stared down at her outfit. She was wearing black leggings with pink pushdown socks that had tropical fish on them, a purple button down shirt with a yellow mohair sweater over top of it, and a green fedora.
"Listen Mal, I know I'm probably the most sophisticated girl you've ever met, but if you want my help, you'll have to work extra hard. It might take...years," Stacey told the 6th grader, eyeing her ensemble.
Before Mallory could muster up an appropriate response, Claudia ran up. Her outfit consisted of a pair of yellow and green striped pants that ended above her ankles, one of her dad's old blue work shirts, a tight orange vest, a pair of black flats, and ea
rrings shaped like teeth. Her hair was tied into two buns on the sides of her heads that were wrapped in purple shoelaces.
"Luca! He's in the hospital!" she shrieked at Stacey. Her creamy skin was red with emotion.
Stacey dropped to the ground in anguish. Sad, serene music started to play and raindrops fell from the sky. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"
Mallory looked puzzled. "Who in the name of Thoroughbreds is Luca?"
Claudia turned to Mallory and smacked her. "Mallory, you-spoil-everthing!" she gasped between sobs.
Mallory's rage boiled inside her, but she held it in this time for Stacey's sake. She looked so miserable, hearing that Luca--whoever that was--was in the hospital.
"What happened?!" she cried, soothing her blonde hair that was soaked with tears. "Why is in the hospital?"
Claudia took a deep breath, as though emotionally steadying herself. "He ran into a tree during a tragic skiing accident in the Swiss Alps. He begged the paramedics to take him all the way to America...so that in case he died...he'd be with you."
"Oh, my God!!" Stacey screeched out into the night.
"What's all this yelling about??" Maureen demanded, bursting through the porch door. "Peach--why are you crying?? DID THESE GIRLS HURT YOU?! You--Ronald, you--Chinese girl! Get off my property!"
"Mother," Stacey rolled her eyes, coming out of her emotional rain cloud. "Get with the program. Claudia's not Chinese--she's Japanese-American."
"Whatever," Maureen replied, glaring at Claud and Mal. "They're all the same to me--those filthy Asians."
Claudia looked appalled at Maureen's outburst. "W-what did you say?"
"You incoherent orientals! Everything needs to be repeated twice. I said that you're a filthy Asian. Now get off my land!" Maureen cried, pushing Claudia to the ground.
"Mother!" Stacey yelled. She pulled Claudia up and brushed the dirt off of her.
Maureen slapped Stacey's hand away from Claudia's pale arm. "Never touch the filth!"
"Maureen, stop being such a biatch!" Mallory yelled. She stopped for a second to congratulate herself for using such a rebellious word. "You're so prejudiced. All those years you went to the Kishi's annual barbeques and you never bat an eye!"
Maureen rolled her eyes much like her daughter. "Grow up, Pike. I only went to those chinks' house so I could plot ways to kill them."
"You know what? I'm not going to listen to this anymore. You are not going to disrespect my best friend in the whole world right in front of me. I'm taking my chicas to go visit Luca! But only if he's still gorgeous in all of his bandages. If not, I'll be at the Kishis'," Stacey informed her mother, narrowing her eyes.
"Oh stop narrowing your eyes! You look like a fuffin' Asian!" Maureen snapped. "Make sure you eat the package of kiwi and raisins I packed for you"
Without answering her mother, Stacey stormed off, hand in hand with Claudia (ignoring Mallory, who trailed after them anyway).
"Stacey! Get back here! Don't you dare turn your back on your mother! I birthed you! Right here in the US! NOT JAPAAAAAAN!!"
She continued to yell after the trio, but they ignored her and kept walking steadily over to the hospital.
a/n: Maureen's harsh treatment of the Asian race does not reflect the opinion of either of the two authors of this fic!