ROUGE

By FionaDearest

Mama was institutionalized after all. I couldn't get over it. "Why?" I cried, "Why?" Louis, unlike me, could care less. "It's not as if she died," my sister scoffed. But she did die. Her presence was missed all around the house. Even Louis missed her. She wouldn't admit it, but I could see it in her eyes.

Daddy looks like he's aged years in only a couple of days. I haven't seen him like this ever. "Just give him a few more days," Louis said, "he'll shape up. You'll see."

Sadly enough to say, Louis was right. All that Daddy needed was four more days. School was coming out fine, even though Jason still was in almost every one of my classes. He tried to trip me, but I was too smart for him.

It was getting closer and closer to the dance. I couldn't wait! I knew that no one was going to ask me. I wish it was a Sadie Hawkins dance and not a regular one.

Oddly enough to say, Leah's going to the dance with Anthony! She's such a whore. She bragged about it to her Junior class. I wish I was a Junior, because then I wouldn't be so undated. Damn Leah to hell.

"Oh my gosh! Guess what everybody?" Leah yelled in lunch. Everyone, including Josie and I, looked over to her. "I have been asked out by all of the Seniors and all of the Juniors!" she squealed. "Who cares?" said a voice from behind us. Leah angrily turned to see who said that.

All of the Seniors gasped. Oh brother, I thought. The voice came from "Goth Girl" otherwise known as Vice Rez. "What do you know about boyfriends, Goth Girl?" Leah asked and laughed.

Vice shrugged, "I don't," she said in her raspy voice. Leah laughed at her comment. "I didn't think so," she said in her singsong voice. Vice glared at her. "Oo! I'm so scared!" Leah said, and pretended to be cowering in fear.

But Vice wasn't one to play around. "You little bitch!" she snapped. Leah stopped what she was doing and looked at Vice. "What did you say?" Vice smirked. "You heard me. I said that you were a little bitch." Before Leah could say anything else, Vice continued. "Know what else I think of you? You're a whore and a slut. One of these days, you're going to get pregnant and no one is going to help you.

"And then you'll go home, crying to your 'daddy', and he'll get that bad man sued, 'sugar'. You wanna know something else, brat? You might think you're so popular, but everyone doesn't wanna hear you 24/7. We have lives too! So everytime you think you're better than someone else, you just think about what I said."

Vice stormed out of the cafeteria, leaving everyone in awe. "She's my hero," Josie whispered across our table. All of us nodded.

When I got home, I asked Daddy if I could go and see Mama tomorrow. She'd still remember me, Daddy had said, so don't ask her stupid questions. I nodded and ran upstairs, excited about seeing Mama. "Do you want to come, too?" I asked Louis, hoping she would.

But instead, Louis laughed. "Me? Go to a place for crazy people? Are you out of your mind?" This is your mother!!!!! I wanted to scream at her popular face. She loves you!!!! But I didn't. "Whatever. Suit yourself." I said. She rolled her eyes.

After dinner, I fell asleep and into a peaceful oblivion.