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"Kari, get Sam ready for school." My mom shouted.
"He's your son. I have no relations with him." I grabbed my backpack and walked out to the bus stop.
"You get back here young lady!" she was holding her precious baby, Madeline, who was in a pink lace dress.
"No, I have no relations with those test tube experiments."
"They're your brother and sister."
"Half" I yelled as I walked onto the bus. I sat in the first seat and saw the "Cool clique" sitting in the back minus one who was talking to a girl with red hair and a million freckles. I pulled my streaked hair into a pony tail and pulled my note book out and started to finish my homework.
I can't really do it at home because my mom makes me pamper the brats. She loves them more because I was the one that fucked up her life. She had me in high school so the test tube babies from my step dad get more care than I need. She even gets my name wrong because I run away every Saturday and she won't even notice. The cops always bring me back.
I looked around and saw the third in the "cool clique" and freckle girl looking at me. The girl from the "cool clique" was my best friend until Oona promised her popularity and more.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Do you want to sit with us?" the new girl asked.
"We're planning how to destroy Oona." Destroy Oona? Can that be possible? "Before she destroys me for standing up to her."
"Sure, I guess I need something to do." And I sat down with them.
We stopped at another bus stop and a girl in a biker jacket and jeans walked onto the bus and sat in the back.
"She's going to get ripped. Only the "cool clique" and sit there." I said. The girl sat there and Oona and Marissa took note immediately.
"Sorry, but you can't sit here." Oona smirked.
"Sorry, but I think I can sit here if I want, especially after the morning I've had."
"Only the clique can sit here."
"Try being barfed on and then changing your look completely. I will sit here." She pulled out the Jump city news paper.
"You're a Jump city kid, so what are you a Teen Titans fan girl?" she snorted as we got to the school.
"They aren't going to last." We all got up and I walked over to her.
"Nice standing up to Oona."
"Thanks, Tari." She held out her hand.
"Kari." I shook her hand.
"It's good to know someone from here now. I don't know how I would survive here." We said bye and I caught up with Cari and Mari.
"Welcome back, class." Mrs. Hardstein said. "I expect your essays I assigned for summer homework to be on my desk at the end of the class."
Silence. She scared the shit out of everybody in school.
"Ms. Tanner, what is it?" I turned to see that girl, Tari, from the bus lowering her hand.
"I just transferred here so I didn't know there was an essay do." I shook my head to myself.
"Well, Ms. Excuse," her famous put down, "you'll just have to come see me at lunch."
"Busted." I said under my breath.
"Would you like to share something with the class, Ms. Karnashion?" a few people snickered at my last name.
"No, Mrs. Hardstein." I straightened up.
"That's what I thought."
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I sat down in the lunch room next to Cari and Mari.
"Hi," I said as I picked at a hotdog.
"Hey, we came up with a perfect way to get revenge on Oona." She said as Tari walked over to us with a tray of food.
"Can I sit here?"
"Yeah, sure." I looked at her tray. "That's brave." I said eyeing her refried beans.
"What is?" she was about to put a spoon full in her mouth.
"No, don't-" but Cari was too late. Tari took a big bite of the beans and a face of disgust crept up. She spit it out into a napkin.
"What is that?! It tastes like chlorine!" she gagged.
"West at three o'clock." Cari said and I pulled out my mirror and made sure my smokey grey liner on my low lash line wasn't smeared and my coral lip stick was perfectly in place.
Cari was making sure her "naturally pretty" look was in perfection. And Mari was reapplying her bronzy coral lip gloss to complete her tan look.
"What's going on? Who's West?" she was confused.
"He is," I pointed to a boy walking closer to the table on his way by. "Wally West."
"Wow," she was transfixed by the red head.
"Yeah," then he walked by our table. "Hi Wally." I said.
"Hey," he said kind of shyly, he looked at me, "what's up?"
"Nothing," I said stupidly. And he walked away.
"He talked to me!" we giggled like, well, school girls, which we are.
"Is he, like, the popular boy in the school?" Tari asked.
"Are you kidding me? He gets picked on every day but he's so cute. He's a total bookworm."
Next will be bringing in the superheroes and powers. I hope you like warm and fuzzy family moments, Tari has a sick sister and a not born brother there.