Chapter Three: Allison Whitmore

People always say, "Forgive and forget", but it is a lot harder than just saying, "I forgive you and I forgot about it. I find it easy to forgive, but hard to ever really forget.

Wednesday was so much worse than Tuesday. As soon as I got off the bus, I was bombarded by people.

"There she is!

"I can't believe it!"

"Oh my god, she is!"

I was confused until Allison Whitmore pranced over to me. The crowd of people parted for her majesty, as if she were GOD parting the red sea or something. She stopped in front of me and looked me over up and down. She flipped her perfectly highlighted, slightly curly, and brown hair. She pursed her surgically perfected lips. She was obviously unimpressed.

"We all knew it would happen," Allison began talking loudly, "a slut like this was bound to get pregnant sooner or later.

I clenched my fists. I was thinking, don't punch her. Now, let me tell you all about Allison Whitmore.

I met her in 3rd grade. My parents had just moved after 2nd grade so my dad could finally have a stable job. In my new class, Allison was the most popular girl. She was the most popular girl in the whole school and still is. Every girl wanted to be her (including me, at the time).

Allison started out as my best friend. You couldn't even separate us with a crowbar. I told her all of my secrets. (which at that time was just that I had cheated on some tests, I thought our teacher was stupid, and I had a crush on another 3rd grader named Luke).

At the end of the school year, I found out what Allison was really like- a backstabber. The first strike was a harmless rumor.

"Lacey eats her boogers." She told everyone, using her pet name for me. It was a total lie. I did pick my nose (all 3rd graders do), but I thought boogers were poisonous. At least, my mother had told me that they were. I confronted her and all she said was, "Well, you do pick your nose."

The second strike was when she tattled on me. She told the teacher that I had been cheating on some of my tests. The teacher made me spend recess inside, retaking every single test. When I confronted her about that she said, "I told you that it was wrong, Lacey."

"No, you didn't." I replied because it was the truth.

"Oh, well I meant to."

The final strike was at lunch on the second to last week of school.

"Hey Lacey, do you want me to ask Luke if he likes you?"

I got all excited, "Yes!" I said eagerly. "I mean, sure." I said more coolly. Allison stood up and walked over to Luke. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but at one point Luke leaned over and looked at me. I waved.

"What did he say? Does he like me?" I asked Allison when she sat down.

"Oh, he loves you! He said he wanted to talk to you himself." She smiled at me. I stood up and nervously walked over to Luke.

"H-hi." I began.

"Hi, are you Lace?"

"Uh-huh." All I could think was- he's talking to me!

"Why would you say something like that?"

"Huh?"

"Allison told me that you said I was ugly and smelled like wet dog. Why would you say that?"

"What! I didn't say that!"

"Alison said you did."

Right then, Allison got up, walked over to me, and pretended to trip. Her tray of meat surprise, peaches and milk fell right onto my head. She fell to the floor and everyone laughed. I was so embarrassed. Even Luke was laughing.

"Oopsies. Lacey I am so sorry." She said with a sincere look but a sarcastic tone.

I stood up crying and threw the food that was on my head in her face. I ran out of the lunch room crying.

Allison was in a different class in 4th grade. So, we just ignored each other that year. She was in my 5th grade class. She made up even worse rumors like, how I had supposedly kissed every boy in 5th grade at least twice. We got into kiddie fights, pulling hair, clawing at each other, that sort of thing.

6th grade was the worst. She told people that I had had sex with her butt-ugly older brother. During passing period and lunch, I'd hear people talking about it. People then began making up there own rumors. "I heard they did it in his truck"

"I heard she made him do it."

"I heard that the condom ripped and she had a pregnancy scare."

I was so infuriated. First of all, at that time I was still a virgin. Secondly, I wouldn't even look at her older brother because he was four years older than me and just… unattractive. Third, everyone knows that I hated Allison so, why would I go to her house to do it and how would she know?

Right before lunch time, Allison came up to me and said, "So, Lacey the school slut, how was banging my brother?"

I didn't say anything as she snickered at me and walked off. as soon as she was seated at her lunch table I stood up and tapped on her shoulder.

"What did you want slu-"

I punched her in the face as hard as I could. She yelled and pulled my hair. I grabbed her hair and yanked her onto the ground. People began chanting "Fight! Fight! Fight!" and "Slut versus skank!" I sat on Allison and like the baby she was, she began to cry. A teacher yelled, "Stop!" but I was on fire. I wanted Allison's pretty face to bleed and bruise.

I felt a strong hand grab my back and tank me off of her. I recognized our middle-aged principal holding me by the shirt. Allison stood up and pointed at me.

"Expel her!" She shrieked. She kicked me in the shin and another teacher grabbed her.

"Office, NOW!" the principal shouted, dragging us both down the hall to his office.

As it turned out, Allison's face was not only bruised and beaten, but I had also broken her nose. I was suspended from school for three months, while Ms. Kiss-butt only got thoroughly scolded. Her parents came to the school with mine. They demanded that we pay Allison's hospital bill or they would press charges. My parents agreed, but I still had to stay a night in a juvenile detention center. My mother didn't think that it was punishment enough. So, she signed me up for a six-month anger management program. Plus, I had to do twice my daily chores. No fun for me.

"Hello? Hey Lacey, are you even listening to me?" Allison's whiny voice broke my thoughts.

"Nope, I was just remembering why you're such a bitch." The crowed ooo'ed.

"That's funny because I can't remember a time when you weren't a slut." Someone yelled, "Burn!"

"At least I don't advertise plastic parts." I replied, gesturing to her face (her nose and lips were surgically perfected) and body. Allison gasped, looking down at her completely fake boobs.

People laughed and she stuttered, "Well y-you, y-you're, screw off!" I laughed along with everyone else. The laughing stopped as soon as Allison said, "Well you're just a screw-up! Marshall told everyone how you dumped him for some guy at another school!"

"Why you little-" I raised my fist to punch Allison when another one of my friends, Kaytlynn, grabbed my fist.

"Now Lucy," She said, "Violence never solved anything. Take a deep breath and walk away. She's a big baby whose only way of making herself feel better is to rip on others."

"You're right, Allison's not worth it." I put my fist down and did what Kaytlynn said. I flipped Allison off and walked away.