I don't think it's fair- you don't like the clothes I wear, how I do my hair...
Four boxes of tissues, two pints of Ben & Jerry's Phish Food, and one week later, Fawn decided she needed to make some positive changes. For one, all this ice cream was going directly to her thighs, and two, studying was not her thing. Over the past week, she missed out on too many end-of-the-year parties to count due to post-breakup depression and her mother's insane homework schedule. Instead of hitting the books, she should be hitting the fashion magazines for this summer's style must haves- something, to her mom's dismay, she was going to start immediately.
"Fawn! What do you think you're doing?" Mrs. Armstrong demanded angrily, side-stepping the numerous high heels that littered the wall-to-wall carpeting of her daughter's room. Colorful tank tops, denim shorts in various washes, wide leather belts, designer purses, and chunky jewelry was strewn carelessly across Fawn's queen sized mattress, the teal bedding barely visible from under the jumble of clothing and accessories. Unopened text books were stacked on top of a wrinkled baby doll, acting as a makeshift iron, and her backpack was long gone. The latest Jonas Brothers single blasted from the stereo system, Fawn singing along into her blush brush and experimenting with purple eyeliner at her vanity, knowing fully well that the eyeliner itself was enough to raise her mother's blood pressure.
"Getting ready for school tomorrow," she answered nonchalantly, examining her reflection. Smoothing her terry cloth Juicy Couture mini and patting her honey-colored tresses, Fawn bounded over to her closet. "Should I wear jeans, a skirt, or a dress tomorrow? A dress over jeans? Or even a skirt over jeans?"
"Fawn, sweetie, don't you think you should be studying for algebra right now?" Mrs. Armstrong questioned, in the sweetest voice she could muster, considering the current situation: her only daughter, who was failing four classes, chose, not to study, but to play dress up the eve of her math exam. Her mother's voice drowned out by a deafening guitar riff, Fawn continued to rip articles of clothing off their hangers and onto the bed. "Fawn?"
"Hmm?" Mrs. Armstrong stomped over to the jumbo speakers, shutting off the music. Fawn poked her head out of her closet, her head tilted to one side in confusion like a cartoon character.
"Fawn Armstrong, you know perfectly well you should be sitting at that desk studying right now." She glowered at her daughter, reminiscent of the look she gave Fawn, just a week ago, after seeing her dreadful progress report.
"And Mom, you know perfectly well that no matter what I do, I won't pass ninth grade! I can't get higher grades in less than two weeks, and the guidelines for summer school would only let me retake one class anyways!" Fawn spun around to face her mom, her chest heaving and her hair wild. "You took away my boyfriend, but you can't take away my life."
Throwing up her hands in defeat, Mrs. Armstrong trudged out of the cluttered room. "I swear, teenaged girls are crazy."
-x-
"Girls, I bet you're wondering why I so urgently gathered you here today." Skye Hamilton presumed in her low, raspy voice, her icy blue eyes narrowed. The cluster of blondes nodded their heads vigorously, eagerly awaiting an explanation. The five girls, known as the DSL Daters because of their speedy connections with guys, had two claims for fame: the tangles of bracelets they wore and their varying shades of blonde hair, from platinum to sun-kissed gold, to dandelion yellow to almost brown. The infamous group had ruled the eighth grade and was more than ready to dominate the ninth. In Octavian County Day's dimly lit bomb shelter, none of the girls noticed the absence of jewelry on Skye's wrists, signifying their alpha had a change of plans.
"I've been accepted into an elite boarding school called Alphas Academy," Skye paused, taking a deep breath. "And I'm officially leaving the DSL Daters." Her announcement was followed by four girls gasping in shock.
In my mind, Fawn's mother is a Mrs. Gregory-type character.
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