nicole
I tried not to be too disgusted as Candace brought over a new person. Moreover, it was a him. Not that I don't like boys, of course, but I thought she would have picked someone better than some jerk from geography. I forced a smile.
"Nicole, this is Eric. Eric, Nicole," Candace said with her arms flourishing. "Hi," he said. He was clearly embarrassed. How immature. "Hello," I said in my coolest voice.
They sat down. Candace talked, with her eyes on Eric, flipping her hair so it shone in the sunlight. I nearly gagged. It was clear what she wanted to do. She wanted this lifeless prawn for her boyfriend. I had no trouble with that, and I also had no problem with leaving them to their business.
"I can see you'll be a while," I said icily, getting up and walking away. I heard Candace saying something, but it's not like I cared.
"Figured out what she's like yet?" a girl from another table called. She had light brown hair and the darkest brown eyes I'd ever seen. "What do you mean? Are you guys talking about Candace?" I edged closer. "Yeah. A real witch, isn't she?" a childish looking girl with outrageous bangs smirked. "Not really," I said, defending Candace. I mean, she was pretty rude sometimes but she wasn't a total witch. "Oh, okay," the girl with light brown hair said sarcastically. "No, really. She isn't that bad," I said. "Yeah, um, she is," said the quiet girl with platinum blonde hair.
I sat down. "Well, what do you mean?" I asked. The girl with brown hair looked up. "I can tell you my story," she said. "It all started in grade five for me. I had a few meager friends, nothing much. Candace had her crowd of Darcy, Harriet, and Leslie. They were popular. They were wanted. Their approval was sought, but everyone loved Candace the most. Who could resist that perfect smile and that subtle flip of her gorgeous hair? Of course, Darcy, Fara and Leslie were much admired as well. Darcy was so cute, so feisty. Fara was Spanish and could dance amazingly. Leslie was so pretty and smart as well. Well, one day we were having a class discussion on religion. I told the class I was very religious and respected God, and admired him. I beamed. All I had seen while I was talking was Candace, the most popular girl, staring at me with huge interest. That afternoon, she asked me if I wanted to do lunch with her. I readily accepted. I really liked Candace. She was so nice, so kind. But what did bug me were her games. She played games, and we had to go along with it. She and Darcy would insult us all, and we would smile, we would take it, so that we could survive and still be with Candace," she took a breath. I suddenly realized why Darcy had been smiling at me after I had insulted her. She was willing to take it for Candace! The girl went on.
"Eventually, Leslie snapped one day. She yelled and screamed at Candace in the schoolyard. I still remember it. Candace just stood there, looking as cool and calm as could be, and there was Leslie, freaking out and everyone staring at her. I have no idea what happened to her. Her family moved away soon afterwards. And then Candace found."
"Me," said the blonde. I could tell she was straining from saying too many "ums". "I moved here in grade six. Candace was fascinated because I was so quiet and, um, different. Fara was still with us but um, Candace talked about her constantly behind her back. She was getting bored of her. I was um, surprised that she wasn't bored of Darcy yet but they were two peas in a pod, always laughing and giggling together. When Candace, um, asked me if I wanted to do lunch with her I didn't know what to um, say. The most popular girl had picked me to be with her at lunch! It was then that I, um, became friends with Brianna," she paused to smile at her friend.
"Eventually, one day Candace decided Fara was too boring to be friends with her. When she had her birthday party, she just didn't, um, invite her. I felt sad. Fara was very kind to all of us. She's in my math class, and, um, she's no longer the lively girl she, um, used to be," she said. "What're your names, by the way?" I asked quietly. "I'm Brianna," said the brown-haired girl. "I'm Renee," said the blonde. "I'm Maya," said the childish one. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said. "You didn't get to tell your story." "What is there to say? Candace liked me because I came from a bad area where people shot each other. She found me interesting for a while, then dropped me," Maya said shortly.
I couldn't believe this. These girls would lie so profusely about Candace? "You guys are a joke," I said, snorting. "How could you say such things about Candace? She's really nice! I bet you guys are just covering up for your own bad deeds!"
They looked at me with blank expressions. I stood up. "I can see why Candace decided to 'drop you'."
candace
I couldn't believe Nicole would leave like that! How could I have been wrong about her? I turned back to Eric, trying not to lose his interest.
"What's up with her?" he asked. "I have no idea," I rolled my eyes. "She's usually not like that." "You know, I always thought you were some kind of snob, no offense," he said. "But you're not. You're nice." "Thanks, Eric. It's nice to know that you think so highly of me," I said sweetly. "See? You're like, no other girl. Most girls are so shy. It really bugs me." "I know. Some people just aren't confident enough to say what they mean. I, however, speak my mind." "I like that," he said quietly.
I glanced over at the other table as Eric took a sip of his Coke. I was shocked to see Nicole, of all people, sitting with them. What was she doing with a bunch of traitors? It was practically a felony. I turned up my nose and went back to face Eric. He was kind of cute, in a rugged-type way.
"Where's your other friend? Daisy, I think her name is," Eric said. "Darcy," I said in a warning tone. "Oh. Where is she?" "I have no idea." "Isn't she your best friend?" "Oh, not anymore. She got jealous of my new friend, Nicole. Jealousy is so tacky," I said. "There she is, over at that table. She's all alone." "Darcy really is a dear, but as I've said before, she was like a little annoying piece of toilet paper stuck to my shoe that I couldn't get off," I said.
Eric laughed. "She was really that bad? You guys seemed like pretty good pals." "Oh, you know, friends squabbles," I said, trying to stray away from the subject. "I mean, she was utterly envious of Nicole. I just find that so disturbing. I just want this world to be a happier place. And that means everyone gets along. Jealousy equals disliking, which I dislike. Which doesn't work at all for my system," I said, sipping my iced tea. "Well, I've gotta go. But," he hesitated. "You wanna come to my house tomorrow? I'm having a party. Practically all of grade eight is coming." "I'll be there," I winked.
I tried not to be too disgusted as Candace brought over a new person. Moreover, it was a him. Not that I don't like boys, of course, but I thought she would have picked someone better than some jerk from geography. I forced a smile.
"Nicole, this is Eric. Eric, Nicole," Candace said with her arms flourishing. "Hi," he said. He was clearly embarrassed. How immature. "Hello," I said in my coolest voice.
They sat down. Candace talked, with her eyes on Eric, flipping her hair so it shone in the sunlight. I nearly gagged. It was clear what she wanted to do. She wanted this lifeless prawn for her boyfriend. I had no trouble with that, and I also had no problem with leaving them to their business.
"I can see you'll be a while," I said icily, getting up and walking away. I heard Candace saying something, but it's not like I cared.
"Figured out what she's like yet?" a girl from another table called. She had light brown hair and the darkest brown eyes I'd ever seen. "What do you mean? Are you guys talking about Candace?" I edged closer. "Yeah. A real witch, isn't she?" a childish looking girl with outrageous bangs smirked. "Not really," I said, defending Candace. I mean, she was pretty rude sometimes but she wasn't a total witch. "Oh, okay," the girl with light brown hair said sarcastically. "No, really. She isn't that bad," I said. "Yeah, um, she is," said the quiet girl with platinum blonde hair.
I sat down. "Well, what do you mean?" I asked. The girl with brown hair looked up. "I can tell you my story," she said. "It all started in grade five for me. I had a few meager friends, nothing much. Candace had her crowd of Darcy, Harriet, and Leslie. They were popular. They were wanted. Their approval was sought, but everyone loved Candace the most. Who could resist that perfect smile and that subtle flip of her gorgeous hair? Of course, Darcy, Fara and Leslie were much admired as well. Darcy was so cute, so feisty. Fara was Spanish and could dance amazingly. Leslie was so pretty and smart as well. Well, one day we were having a class discussion on religion. I told the class I was very religious and respected God, and admired him. I beamed. All I had seen while I was talking was Candace, the most popular girl, staring at me with huge interest. That afternoon, she asked me if I wanted to do lunch with her. I readily accepted. I really liked Candace. She was so nice, so kind. But what did bug me were her games. She played games, and we had to go along with it. She and Darcy would insult us all, and we would smile, we would take it, so that we could survive and still be with Candace," she took a breath. I suddenly realized why Darcy had been smiling at me after I had insulted her. She was willing to take it for Candace! The girl went on.
"Eventually, Leslie snapped one day. She yelled and screamed at Candace in the schoolyard. I still remember it. Candace just stood there, looking as cool and calm as could be, and there was Leslie, freaking out and everyone staring at her. I have no idea what happened to her. Her family moved away soon afterwards. And then Candace found."
"Me," said the blonde. I could tell she was straining from saying too many "ums". "I moved here in grade six. Candace was fascinated because I was so quiet and, um, different. Fara was still with us but um, Candace talked about her constantly behind her back. She was getting bored of her. I was um, surprised that she wasn't bored of Darcy yet but they were two peas in a pod, always laughing and giggling together. When Candace, um, asked me if I wanted to do lunch with her I didn't know what to um, say. The most popular girl had picked me to be with her at lunch! It was then that I, um, became friends with Brianna," she paused to smile at her friend.
"Eventually, one day Candace decided Fara was too boring to be friends with her. When she had her birthday party, she just didn't, um, invite her. I felt sad. Fara was very kind to all of us. She's in my math class, and, um, she's no longer the lively girl she, um, used to be," she said. "What're your names, by the way?" I asked quietly. "I'm Brianna," said the brown-haired girl. "I'm Renee," said the blonde. "I'm Maya," said the childish one. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said. "You didn't get to tell your story." "What is there to say? Candace liked me because I came from a bad area where people shot each other. She found me interesting for a while, then dropped me," Maya said shortly.
I couldn't believe this. These girls would lie so profusely about Candace? "You guys are a joke," I said, snorting. "How could you say such things about Candace? She's really nice! I bet you guys are just covering up for your own bad deeds!"
They looked at me with blank expressions. I stood up. "I can see why Candace decided to 'drop you'."
candace
I couldn't believe Nicole would leave like that! How could I have been wrong about her? I turned back to Eric, trying not to lose his interest.
"What's up with her?" he asked. "I have no idea," I rolled my eyes. "She's usually not like that." "You know, I always thought you were some kind of snob, no offense," he said. "But you're not. You're nice." "Thanks, Eric. It's nice to know that you think so highly of me," I said sweetly. "See? You're like, no other girl. Most girls are so shy. It really bugs me." "I know. Some people just aren't confident enough to say what they mean. I, however, speak my mind." "I like that," he said quietly.
I glanced over at the other table as Eric took a sip of his Coke. I was shocked to see Nicole, of all people, sitting with them. What was she doing with a bunch of traitors? It was practically a felony. I turned up my nose and went back to face Eric. He was kind of cute, in a rugged-type way.
"Where's your other friend? Daisy, I think her name is," Eric said. "Darcy," I said in a warning tone. "Oh. Where is she?" "I have no idea." "Isn't she your best friend?" "Oh, not anymore. She got jealous of my new friend, Nicole. Jealousy is so tacky," I said. "There she is, over at that table. She's all alone." "Darcy really is a dear, but as I've said before, she was like a little annoying piece of toilet paper stuck to my shoe that I couldn't get off," I said.
Eric laughed. "She was really that bad? You guys seemed like pretty good pals." "Oh, you know, friends squabbles," I said, trying to stray away from the subject. "I mean, she was utterly envious of Nicole. I just find that so disturbing. I just want this world to be a happier place. And that means everyone gets along. Jealousy equals disliking, which I dislike. Which doesn't work at all for my system," I said, sipping my iced tea. "Well, I've gotta go. But," he hesitated. "You wanna come to my house tomorrow? I'm having a party. Practically all of grade eight is coming." "I'll be there," I winked.
