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Chapter Four: The Cat's Choir
"Well, this is uncomfortable," I whispered, hugging my arms around my front and glancing aorund warily. Angel was up and running but I felt as though I'd walke din on a funeral by mistake.
Sure enough, the 'club' music was pumping through the speakers, severely damaging our ears and we were all dressed for our clubbing experience but every single person in there was gathered together in groups, looking either bored (Me, Tanya and Kat), terrefied (Some little year eights who were obviously not 14) or ugly and trashy (Bella of course.)
Spekaing of Bella, she didn't seem to have let anything phase her as she was, well, strutting her stuff across the dance floor. Nearly everybody was staring at her, dancing alone, except for her followers who were clapping and cheering falsely, trying to encourage her.
"This must be a joke," said Kat, her big brown eyes fixating on the dancing warthog. Sure enough, all around us, people were cracking up and whispering. Just as I was glancing around, 'Good as Gold' by some unknown dance-music group began to blare from the speakers.
Oh god, Bella began to sing along in a terrible out-of-tune voice. I covered my ears with my hands but it was no use. Bella's unbelieveable singing voice had managed to scratch it's way into my ear drums.
"Go on Vicky, have a sing. You're miles better than Bella," called out a Vicky-Clone, gesturing towards the dance floor. Vicky, with a flick of her dyed-blonde hair, strided onto the dance floor. She opened her mouth wide and began to sing.
Oh my god, this was worse than cat's choir. I couldn't handle it anymore, it was the worse night out I'd ever had. A group of girls from another shcool, who seemed much older than us, walked out onto the dance- floor.
"Do you mind shutting it you two? You're going to smash the windows!" cried the leader. Everybody except Bella's followers and the Vicky-Clones all whooped with laughter and booed Bella and Vicky off the dance floor.
"Finally, I can start enjoying myself!" called out Tanya, kicking off her stiletto boots as she began to dance. Kat and I copied and began to dance along.
Half an hour later, my feet were sore and I was soaked in sweat. My throat was dry and my hair was damp.
"I'm just going to go the loo," said Kat breathlessly, who stopped dancing to speak.
"Right behind you!" I called out. We both headed for the toilets, limping due to forming blisters. We stepped inside, coughing through the fog of smoke. As I headed for I cubicle, I heard shrieks behind me.
I turned around and froze of the spot, oh my god, Bella aka the queen of tarts was standing wih her hand stuck between the sinks and was completely stuck...
Chapter Four: The Cat's Choir
"Well, this is uncomfortable," I whispered, hugging my arms around my front and glancing aorund warily. Angel was up and running but I felt as though I'd walke din on a funeral by mistake.
Sure enough, the 'club' music was pumping through the speakers, severely damaging our ears and we were all dressed for our clubbing experience but every single person in there was gathered together in groups, looking either bored (Me, Tanya and Kat), terrefied (Some little year eights who were obviously not 14) or ugly and trashy (Bella of course.)
Spekaing of Bella, she didn't seem to have let anything phase her as she was, well, strutting her stuff across the dance floor. Nearly everybody was staring at her, dancing alone, except for her followers who were clapping and cheering falsely, trying to encourage her.
"This must be a joke," said Kat, her big brown eyes fixating on the dancing warthog. Sure enough, all around us, people were cracking up and whispering. Just as I was glancing around, 'Good as Gold' by some unknown dance-music group began to blare from the speakers.
Oh god, Bella began to sing along in a terrible out-of-tune voice. I covered my ears with my hands but it was no use. Bella's unbelieveable singing voice had managed to scratch it's way into my ear drums.
"Go on Vicky, have a sing. You're miles better than Bella," called out a Vicky-Clone, gesturing towards the dance floor. Vicky, with a flick of her dyed-blonde hair, strided onto the dance floor. She opened her mouth wide and began to sing.
Oh my god, this was worse than cat's choir. I couldn't handle it anymore, it was the worse night out I'd ever had. A group of girls from another shcool, who seemed much older than us, walked out onto the dance- floor.
"Do you mind shutting it you two? You're going to smash the windows!" cried the leader. Everybody except Bella's followers and the Vicky-Clones all whooped with laughter and booed Bella and Vicky off the dance floor.
"Finally, I can start enjoying myself!" called out Tanya, kicking off her stiletto boots as she began to dance. Kat and I copied and began to dance along.
Half an hour later, my feet were sore and I was soaked in sweat. My throat was dry and my hair was damp.
"I'm just going to go the loo," said Kat breathlessly, who stopped dancing to speak.
"Right behind you!" I called out. We both headed for the toilets, limping due to forming blisters. We stepped inside, coughing through the fog of smoke. As I headed for I cubicle, I heard shrieks behind me.
I turned around and froze of the spot, oh my god, Bella aka the queen of tarts was standing wih her hand stuck between the sinks and was completely stuck...