Hello, everyone.

I'll be straight up, work lately has been taking up so much time, I've barely had time to write. Which is why I'm currently in the process of trying to find a new one. I can kinda see how the Jolly Olly man became the way he did lol. Don't ever do something that wears you down or doesn't afford you some time to yourself. My word of advice.

Anyway, enough about me. I hope you guys enjoy this next chapter about our favorite Waspy socialite...

And as always, please take some time to review!

Edit: I did not take the time to respond to my reviewers, which I will do so now

Call Me Nettie- Sid is quite a character, hopefully he sticks to catching frogs.

Ajay435- You're too kind:) You're correct that Sid's anxiety and easily frightened nature is played up. But I know an anxiety disorder when I see one. And Sid at the very least has a general anxiety disorder. But you know of course he wouldn't say anything to Stinky or Harold. And yes, haha I think the Jolly Olly man would be fun due to the fact that he's neurotic, creepy, and hilarious at the same time. Thank you for your continued support!

Ezza- Thank you! I think he gets a bad rap sometimes.

The Rhombus- All of those are possibilities for Sid, though I don't think he's Schizo. He's interesting because he's featured in a lot of episodes and is the center of a few, but as you said we're not given much of a back story.

Nairobi Harper- Thank you! I'm glad I could do the character justice. And thank you for reviewing each chapter, you're very kind:)

The Snob- Rhonda Wellington Lloyd

I've heard some people say it's not easy being the best- the most popular, the prettiest or the most sociable. Well I'm here to tell you, it's pretty great. Obviously, those people don't know what they're talking about. Take my word for it, I wouldn't trade the life I have for anything.

I was born into one of the wealthiest families in the whole city. The Wellington's and Lloyd's have been in this country as far back as anyone can remember. My ancestor, John Lloyd, was one of the first to arrive here in Hillwood. He and my other ancestor, Henry Wellington made their fortunes, and became rich. Should I feel guilty for being the latest in a long line of successful people? As if.

To be a socialite of my caliber requires a great deal of practice and even responsibility. That's why I throw all the best parties and entertain all of my fellow classmates…except Curly…ugh what a disgusting creep. Mom and dad make sure I have all the necessities- designer shoes, dresses, skirts, hats, sunglasses, even my athletic pants are top of the line Caprini sweats, the finest a girl can have. I have everything a girl could have. Popularity, money, clothes, and a big house.

I thought that was enough once, and many times I was proven wrong. I am not too proud to admit I can be a bit stubborn, but rarely have I ended up on the wrong side of things.

Except that I have a number of times. Wearing glasses for the first time…I shudder to even think about it. I had enforced the unwritten rules for cool kids and geeks since I was in first grade. Yet, there I was, dorky and awkward looking, shunned by those who I had once shared status with. I had to do something to get it back. And yet, I knew deep down the way those geeks were being treated, the way I was being treated, was totally unfair. I couldn't let them be denied some form of respect. And by the way, that girl with the ungodly curly, red hair? That was the nurses' daughter. Go figure, who knew? We still talk sometimes and she's a really nice person.

Anyway, as an upper-class socialite, I can't stress enough how important it is to have manners and good taste. So, you can imagine my shock when Big Patty performed better than me in every single category in front of Ms. Parvenu's class. How a school yard bully made me look like a fool, I could not figure out. But after she helped me pass the finishing school (as all members of my family in the past have) I really saw there was much more to Patty than fists and big stature. She was kind, considerate, and well spoken- all things I thought I was, until it turned out I wasn't.

No one bore the brunt of that more than my best friend, Nadine. We've known each other since kindergarten, we've sat at the lunch together every day and there's not a Friday that goes by without a sleepover at my house. Her parents are also really nice and they treat me like a second daughter. But it took me longer to realize I wasn't returning the favor. I guess it never occurred to me how different we were. She doesn't have much interest in fashion or beauty, heck she doesn't even condition her hair! She would rather go outside and look at bugs…ugh! So gross! And any time we do our nails, she chips them away within a few days, like it doesn't matter. I mean, who doesn't want good nail hygiene?

But that's just it, Nadine doesn't care about the same things as I do. So, when we got into that fight, it made me wonder how we even got to be friends in the first place. After we made up, I realized the answer: she's always been there for me. I'm a friend to her, not just a Lloyd, a socialite, or a wealthy girl. She's the best friend a girl could have…even if bugs are still completely gross.

I love my life. I am a Lloyd and I'm proud of it. I don't feel bad about what I am because what's there to feel bad about? It's great to be me. But, it's not always about me either, it's about the people who love and care about you. After all, there's no shame in sharing some of the spotlight now and again.


Rhonda was relatively straightforward to write. As much as she's full of herself and extraordinarily selfish at times, she's also shown the capacity to be a good person and care for others as much as she does for own well being. I wanted to strike that balance, as well as show her perspective on her relationship with Nadine.

Can you guess the next character? Next update won't be too long.

~The Wasp