I'm write-happy at the moment, so here's another chapter!
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There was one thing I was good at, and that was looking good. I came from a high-class family, so anything I wanted I could get- especially if it came in pink! From the moment I was born to my very first day of school, everyone loved me. Boys adored me, and girls envied me, and I never had a problem in the world…
Well, I did have ONE problem.
Everyone only liked me for my looks. I suppose you all think that, due to my first statement, I'm one of those girls who puts her looks above everything else, believes beauty is power, broke several hearts, and would freak if a single speck of dirt got on her sweater. …Well, only the last thing is true. I mean, I enjoy looking gorgeous and getting attention, but I want people to like me for more than my appearance…
And my money. My second thought is that everyone who hangs out with me only does it so they can swim in my 40-yard pool, take a ride in my private helicopter, have a slumber-party at a classy motel, have dinner in another country,or have my butler, Jenkins, get something for them, or because they're worried my dad might sue them if they refused to be my friends.
You think I sound skeptical? I'm not. Back in 3rd grade, some girl heard I was rich and decided to hang out with me, and a boy said he liked me. One day my family went bankrupt (temporarily, since it turns out their was a glitch in our bank system) and the girl pretended that I didn't exist. During that same day, I lost my two front teeth and the boy ignored me as well, looking at a different girl. …Didn't think there'd be that much drama in 3rd grade, did you?
Ever since then, I became cautious on who my friends were. My current friends- Josie, Melody, Valerie, Debbie, Kim, and Alexandra- are okay. Josie and her two friends are really nice, having an interest in music; Debbie is more of a tomboy, taking an auto-shop class this year; Kim is basically my best friend, both of us sharing the same interests- only she prefers her wardrobe in purple, which she told me I ought to try sometime; and Alexandra… well, to tell the truth, I don't exactly consider her a close friend. I believe that the only reason she hangs out with me and the other girls is so that the boys- especially Alan- notice her.
But I couldn't shake the feeling that- if my looks failed or if I wasn't rich- my friends would abandon me. I guess I'm just paranoid, but when you're as rich and beautiful as I am, you have to take caution on who you hang out with.
Well, enough about that. Lets get to my day so far…
I sat with my girl-friends at our table, chatting with them and sharing gossip. The first conversation we started was about the new girl we had. "You should've seen what that Rogers boy did in mythology today," Josie was telling us. "Red Herring shot a spitball at the new girl, and he leaped in front of it and blocked her! It was SO sweet!"
"Don't look now, girls, but I think the 'sweet' is about to get 'sweeter'," Valerie said, nodding her head forward.
We looked over, seeing that the new girl was sitting down by the Rogers kid. "Do you think they like each other?" Melody asked.
"I doubt it. She's probably just thanking him for being a human shield for her," Debbie said.
"She MIGHT develop a crush on him, though, or vice-versa." Kim stated.
"THAT, I do not doubt," I said, patting a bit of blush on my cheek. "Whenever there's a new kid, there's always a crush, and after what Josie just told us, Rogers might be the one doing all the crushing."
"You girls are so love-sickening," Alexandra sneered. "Everyone knows that no one crushes on losers. It's always popular-with-popular, or loser-with-popular. Never loser-with-loser or, God forbid, popular-with-loser."
"You shouldn't call her a loser just yet, Alexandra," Josie said. "She might turn out to be pretty cool."
"Hey, she's coming this way now," Kim said.
"Lets ask her to sit with us," Debbie suggested.
"What?" Alexandra scoffed, then turned to me. "You don't HONESTLY want a geek-girl to sit with us, DO you?"
Like I said, Alexandra- not exactly within my 'friend' status. "Josie has a point," I said. "I think we should get to know the new girl. It's only best that we help her feel more welcomed,"
The girl walked by our table. "Hey, new girl-" Valerie began to call to her.
"WAUGH!" The new-girl screamed, falling to the floor, her tray landing in her head and covering her with food. Everyone in the cafeteria laughed.
"Hey, watch where you're going, you klutz!" Alexandra sneered. I looked over, noticing that she had her feet sticking out, and I glared at her.
Getting up from the table, I walked over to the new girl. "Are you alright?" I asked, helping her up.
"My glasses fell off…" she replied, blindly sticking her hands out. "I can't see without them."
I looked down, seeing her glasses on the floor. I handed them back to her, then began to lead her out of the cafeteria. "C'mon, lets get this gunk washed off you." I lead her to my locker. I opened the door, revealing my built-in vanity, make-up kits, and extra clothes. I grabbed my hairbrush and began brushing some of the food out of her hair, while she cleaned off her glasses with a piece of cloth. "I'm really sorry about what happened back there. Sometimes Alexandra acts like a snob just to show who's boss, though it only makes people hate her more."
"It's okay. I'm fine,"
I reached into my locker and pulled out some shampoo. "I brushed out most of the food, but you may want to wash your hair to get rid of the balony-and-cabbage surprise. I have my own private washroom in the bathroom."
"Thanks."
"By the way, I didn't catch your name. What is it?"
"Velma!" A different voice answered, and we looked over, seeing the Rogers kid running toward us, out of breath. "I saw (pant pant) what happened. (huff huff) Are you (gasp) alright?"
"I'm fine, thanks to, um…" the new girl, Velma, began to say, then turned to me. "I'm sorry, I don't believe I got your name."
"Daphne, Daphne Blake." I answered.
"Whoa! I didn't see you standing there," Rogers said, jumping back a bit.
I arched an eyebrow. It was the first time a boy didn't notice me. "By the way, my friends and I noticed that the two of you were sitting together."
"Like, yeah, I was just telling her about most of the kids in school,"
"Well, if you want to know more, you can come to me. I know EVERYTHING there is to know about everyone in this school… especially the boys." I gave Velma a small wink, hoping she'd get the hint.
"Um, that's okay. I think I learned enough from…" she began, then looked back at Rogers. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name, either."
I watched Rogers cringe, rubbing the back of his neck, looking absolutely embarrassed. I couldn't blame him. 'Norville' wasn't the most appealing name for a boy, and everyone had laughed at his name since kindergarten. Oh, my gosh, what if Velma laughed, too? That would SO spoil the whole 'crush' theory, and it would be completely rude, considering the fact that he practically sacrificed himself so she wouldn't get a spitball stuck to her face.
So, I decided to help out a bit. "We all call him 'Shaggy'," I spoke up.
"'We'?" Rogers questioned, arching an eyebrow.
"Shaggy?" Velma repeated.
"Yeah, because of his hairstyle," I replied, tussling his hair a bit. "It's always poofy and he hardly combs it, so that's what we call him."
"Oh, well I guess that would fit."
"Yeah, I guess…" Rogers muttered, giving me a look.
"By the way, 'Shaggy', I never got around to thanking you for this morning,"
He grinned. "Heh heh, like, no problem, Velma."
Yes! The crush was taking effect!
The bell rang, telling us that lunch was over. "I got to get to my next class. I'll see you guys around, later." Velma said, then began walking off. "Thanks again, Daphne!"
"You're welcome!" I called to her.
"Shaggy? Really?" Rogers said, arching an eyebrow at me.
"Hey, it's better than 'Norville', isn't it?"
He thought about it. "Well…"
"No way… Daphne Blake is hanging out with a geek and giving a loser a nickname?" A voice laughed, and we looked over, seeing Red Herring standing there, watching us from around the corner. "Man, wait 'til I tell everyone!" With that, he took off.
I blushed, quickly turning and rushing down the hall.
In just a few short minutes, my social statues plummeted.
It plummeted further when I ran into the OTHER nut-ball in the school…
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A/N: Three down, two to go… (I hope I kept Daphne in-character).
Please review. I accept constructive criticism.
