Chapter Three: Freezing in a mini skirt
"Bloody hell, could it get any colder?" I shrieked, my teeth chattering like on of those wind-up toys. Next to me, Tanya and Kat were equally as cold.
We were outside 'Angel' and true to my word, it had flaws. The fact that I was standing outside mid-December in a bloody mini-skirt! There were dozens of others girls, many of them too dressed up for words.
"Oh bugger it I'm pushing to the front!" cried out Tanya, swimming here way through a sea of girls. I followed reluctantly, avoiding severe burns form their freshly-lit cigarettes.
"I look like such a sex-kitten!" called out a boastful familiar voice form the front of the queue. Oh no....it couldn't be. She wouldn't dare do this to us........
I looked up and there was no doubt about it. There she was, in a skirt which could have easily been mistaken for a belt and her spot infested face drowining in foundation. Sure enough it was....
"The Friggin' queen of tarts?" cried out Tanya, her blue eyes as wide as saucers. Yup, the typical 'I think I'm gorgeous' white trash girl who'd been haunting us with her presence since she was thrown into our class in year seven aka Bella.
"Look who's here!" cried out Bella, nodding her head in our direction. Her practically yellow hair, which had been dyed so many times, the number exceeded the infinity theory, was plastered to her head with hair-spray. Her ears were bearing gold earrings so heavy, I swear her head was leaning forward. For some reason, Bella has never liked us so everywhere we went, she was there, ready to shout abuse. And here she was. What a frigging great life, eh?
"Look at the state of 'em! The look bloomin' awful!" she shouted out, loud enough for the whole queue to hear. How could she say WE looked awful when she's the offical ugly bitch?
"Bugger off Bella!" called out Tanya. Bella stuck up two fingers as us, laughing hysterically as though she'd just yelled the most itnelligent insuilt at us ever. "Oh. My. God. I'm going to kill her!" I shrieked loud enough for almost everybody to hear. Tanya rolled her eyes and Kat glared effectively at Bella. "What are you looking at?" Bella shouted at Kat. Kat glanced at me and I nodded, knowing what she meant. Kat, Tanya and I put out our hands and gave the people in front of us one great shove. They flew forward and bumped extremely hard into Bella and her followers. Considering Bella was at the fornt of the whole queue (so she could enter first and everybody would get a 'lovely chance' to look at the state of her), she flew forward and was sprawled across the pavement.
"In your face!" I cried out between giggles. Bella got to her feet, adjusted her top and strided into 'Angel' belly-first.
"Waaah!" cried another voice. I popped my head aroudn the door to see Bella sprawled across the floor once again. But this time she'd landed on Vicky. I was having the best day of my life........
"Bloody hell, could it get any colder?" I shrieked, my teeth chattering like on of those wind-up toys. Next to me, Tanya and Kat were equally as cold.
We were outside 'Angel' and true to my word, it had flaws. The fact that I was standing outside mid-December in a bloody mini-skirt! There were dozens of others girls, many of them too dressed up for words.
"Oh bugger it I'm pushing to the front!" cried out Tanya, swimming here way through a sea of girls. I followed reluctantly, avoiding severe burns form their freshly-lit cigarettes.
"I look like such a sex-kitten!" called out a boastful familiar voice form the front of the queue. Oh no....it couldn't be. She wouldn't dare do this to us........
I looked up and there was no doubt about it. There she was, in a skirt which could have easily been mistaken for a belt and her spot infested face drowining in foundation. Sure enough it was....
"The Friggin' queen of tarts?" cried out Tanya, her blue eyes as wide as saucers. Yup, the typical 'I think I'm gorgeous' white trash girl who'd been haunting us with her presence since she was thrown into our class in year seven aka Bella.
"Look who's here!" cried out Bella, nodding her head in our direction. Her practically yellow hair, which had been dyed so many times, the number exceeded the infinity theory, was plastered to her head with hair-spray. Her ears were bearing gold earrings so heavy, I swear her head was leaning forward. For some reason, Bella has never liked us so everywhere we went, she was there, ready to shout abuse. And here she was. What a frigging great life, eh?
"Look at the state of 'em! The look bloomin' awful!" she shouted out, loud enough for the whole queue to hear. How could she say WE looked awful when she's the offical ugly bitch?
"Bugger off Bella!" called out Tanya. Bella stuck up two fingers as us, laughing hysterically as though she'd just yelled the most itnelligent insuilt at us ever. "Oh. My. God. I'm going to kill her!" I shrieked loud enough for almost everybody to hear. Tanya rolled her eyes and Kat glared effectively at Bella. "What are you looking at?" Bella shouted at Kat. Kat glanced at me and I nodded, knowing what she meant. Kat, Tanya and I put out our hands and gave the people in front of us one great shove. They flew forward and bumped extremely hard into Bella and her followers. Considering Bella was at the fornt of the whole queue (so she could enter first and everybody would get a 'lovely chance' to look at the state of her), she flew forward and was sprawled across the pavement.
"In your face!" I cried out between giggles. Bella got to her feet, adjusted her top and strided into 'Angel' belly-first.
"Waaah!" cried another voice. I popped my head aroudn the door to see Bella sprawled across the floor once again. But this time she'd landed on Vicky. I was having the best day of my life........