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I do not own anything besides Jane, Dorothy, and Scarlet!
Dorothy's POV
I wiped my dinner from my mouth.
"Dottie, are you done yet?" Hermione asked.
"Just a minute," my voice croaked.
The acid in my mouth fresh.
I turned off the shower after I rinsed off.
I wrapped my towel tightly around my hideous frame.
I pushed my shoulders forward, making my collarbones more prominent.
"Dottie, hurry up!" Hermione whined.
I quickly put my pajamas on.
Long red plaid pants and a hoodie with my last name on it.
It was my brothers.
Wrapping my hair in a towel, I exited the bathroom, "Gosh Hermione."
She pushed past me.
Jane was writing in her diary.
She was always writing in it.
I'm determined to find out what she writes in it.
Then there's Scarlet braiding her hair, listening to her muggle IPod.
She was a living, breathing, walking Barbie.
She had golden hair with the bluest eyes.
Her features were perfect.
Her nose lacked bumps and crooks.
Her lips were always a rosy pink, with a smile always tugging her lips.
The cheekbones that pressed up against her cheek were prominent and beautiful.
She was skinny, and tall, standing at her model height at 5'9.
She constantly showed off her body with crop tops and shorts.
But I don't care if she's a Barbie.
She's still a bitch.
She hates me, I hate her.
It all started back in first year.
When I started mainlining towards hell.
"Hey! Give me some, Janey!" a 12 year old me said.
Jane laughed, pulling my chocolate frog higher.
Her two inch advantage was quite frustrating.
"Will you two be quiet? I am trying to sleep!" Scarlet exclaimed.
"Someone needs a chocolate frog," I whispered to Jane.
She giggled.
"I need a chocolate frog? How about you put it down, Freeland? That way you won't have to get fat as Jane here," she rolled her eyes.
Jane gasped.
"You bitch! You're the fatass!" I retorted.
"Am I really? Am I the overweight one eating a chocolate frog?"
If I die from a ripped esophagus, it's her fault.
"This isn't the boys dorm- whoops sorry Freakland," Scarlet faked a blush.
I rolled my eyes.
"Well the house elves belong in the kitchen, so you might as well hobble on down there," I spat back.
Jane looked up from her diary.
"Why you little bitch! Think you're so clever, don't you? Let me give you a reality check Freakland. You know that girl in all the movies- course, you're a half blood. That one girl, the fat one who doesn't get anything besides insults? That's you," Scarlet circled Dorothy like a hawk.
Tears rimmed her eyes, she fought hard to keep them back.
Dorothy was weak.
"Silly little girl, still waiting for your happy ending. Happy endings never end with the fat and ugly freak, just letting you know," Scarlet flipped the end of Dorothy's towel.
Dorothy mustered up all her courage to speak, "You know the bitch that has no friends and no life? That's you, Gryfinwhore."
"You're calling me the whore, you slut?" Scarlet was as calm as a river, "If whore means pure virgin, then that's what I am. Unlike you, Freakland. At least I didn't sleep with half of the school!"
Dorothy bit her lip.
How could she deny something that was true?
"Expelliarmus!" Dorothy shouted.
Scarlet stared at the blood on her hand.
Dorothy, bottling her anger, walked towards her vulnerable figure.
"It may be ten minutes from now or ten years, but the moment you think you're safe, I promise I will hunt you down and shred you like fucking confetti."
Jane retreated her eyes back to her book.
