"To Life!" Sings Patrellia- Chanelle, and then she takes a sip of her White Chocolate Mocha (with extra whip!) from Starbucks.
"To Life!" Repeat Roie, Gennanina, and Spenstar, then they all take long sips from their Banana-Berry smoothie, Perrier, and Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi. Gennanina accidentally spills some Perrier down her shirt. Someone whistles in the distance.
"Pick On someone your own size!" She rises to her feet, to her full height- An astounding 5' 7. The person inaudibly mumbles something, and then slinks away. Nini then rolls her eyes and makes eye contact with us. Their mouths curl up into soft smiles, waiting for her reaction. She makes her face, the face that says "Alritee then…" And we double over in hysterics.
"That was 2FFW!!" wheezes Spenstar, but we call her Penni.
"Okay guys, come on." P.C. giggles. "Back to business." she claps her hands. "We all know that there is a new girl coming to town, and she may be eligible for a spot in The Posse, since Tiara moved away. But, keep in mind; she may be entirely NAWT HAWT and a total waste of time. Who remembers what HAWT is?"
Everyone was silent for a few seconds. P.C. was getting ready to scold them, but then Roie raised her hand.
"Yes?" P.C. asked.
"HAWT-hot, attitude-y, wealthy, tanned?" She said this as a question.
"Good. Now we all know The Posse oath, don't we?"
"Of course!" said Nini, as if it was insulting, suggesting they didn't remember the 10 line oath we made up at the age of 6.
"Good, then let's hear it-without Tiara though." I said. Penni and Nini had a bit of fear in their eyes, and Roie just looked…….ready.
"The Posse
P.C. is really loud, never fails to make you proud
Penni is the best she's so much better than the rest
Nini Is outspoken doesn't care about the size of her chest
Roie is always in, always in for a horror fest
And when you put 'em together, what do you get?
What, what?
That's right!
The Posse!!!!!!
Even though they took out a line, it still smelled like pre-teen sisters.
"Woo-hoo!!!!!!!" They went wild, screaming and laughing so hard, random people were looking at them like they were on speed or cocaine or something. Just then, P.C. had one of those rare, 'I-Love-My-Friends' moments, and she loved every minute of it.