Changing of a Slut: Diary of a Good Prep Gone Punk

By Jasmine Starlight

Disclaimer: Why do Presidents fight the war? Why do they always set the bar? You depend on our protection. But still you feed us lies from the tablecloth. Everybody's going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert. Blowing up the sunshine. Blast off its party time we live in a fascist nation. Blast off its party time where the fuck are you?

System of a Down……………………………itch…..

Allergies are the bane of my existence, currently.

I'm so itchy. And hot. Did I mention that I was itchy and hot?

I am.

Spring should crawl back into its nasty hole and let summer come.

Guys, we going into the home stretch, this year has been such a weird one, and because of the fucked up happenings at school I was able to produce this fic, the reason I can right this story so quickly is I have been on Rei's end of things, but I didn't have a happy ending. This story was so much therapy for me. Although things are still suck I shall move on, if only to be contrary.

Tear, nah just kidding.

That person and I are not friends any longer, although she insists on putting on a charade of politeness I wish constantly that she would cut the crap and at least have the courage to make fun of me to my face.

I want to tell her to suck a dick.

Correction: I want to tell her to suck her own dick.

But that would be mean.

But at least I have my superior intelligence, who cares if you can be a popular slut if you can have an IQ that will one day help you to become fabulously rich and take only your true friends to the top with you.

Life's a bitch and then we die. :

I'm figuring about 15 chapters should be enough to end this baby.

It also irritates me that I won't be able to post this chapter until after 5/19/05 12:45 PM because of the stupid lock they've placed on my account, because I uploaded a story with the word "fucked" in the title.

But this chapter won't be out by then because I've lost all dr

It was A Fucked Up Fairytale.

Sorry this is so late, a locked account, a nasty sinus infection that still isn't gone and Hot Gimmick Volume 1 delayed this

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CHAPTER TWELVE

DUDE, WHERE'RE THE GUMMY BEARS?

At school the next day I was ready to detach from Relena at any given moment, she still didn't know it was me who had masterminded the whole sundae blitz.

But there was more, while the cameras hadn't caught anything embarrassing for me or my real friends, there were several instances that I would store away forever in my safety deposit box.

Even now, I can't think about them without cracking up.

But you'll see.

O.o

I hummed Green Day, lightly to myself, as I almost skipped down the hall, like a sunbeam bouncing off the walls.

I'm the son of rage and love

The Jesus of suburbia

From the bible of "none of the above"

On a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin

Hop scotching to my locker I carefully extracted a heavy manila envelope.

This was the key to my freedom.

And the key to Relena's downfall.

Stuffing it in my bag, I gleefully extracted another book, it was a perfect replica of the book the Relena used for her diary.

Ami had scanned the pages I had emailed her and placed them into the book, which was a horrendous yellow color. With bunnies on it.

I refrained from vomiting violently, could this replica be any more like the real thing?

There was nothing really personal, only the entries with pictures and rumors and derogatory images.

No one ever died for my sins in hell

As far as I can tell

At least the ones I got away with

But there's nothing wrong with me

This is how I'm supposed to be

I quickly made my way to Study Hall, which I shared with Blaise and Cere Cere, who were going to help me with the final phase of The Plan which would be forever embedded in my mind in capitals.

I hurriedly took a seat at my reserved place and deposited the horrendous yellow atrocity on the desk, before rummaging through the pencil case that had been placed on the desk.

Blaise gleefully flipped through the book, turning the pages fast, creating a wind that blew Cere Cere's cotton candy pink hair to and fro.

Stopping at a particular entry, March 5th, Blaise glared venomously.

Curiously Cere Cere and I looked over the page.

Today Heero and that whore Blaise paraded around the cafeteria, like a pair of royalty. How could he do this to me? I am much prettier than that slut. She probably has some sort of venereal disease.

That rumor had been a particularly good idea, if I don't say so myself.

That bitch was fuming for days.

Like she's smart enough to figure out who started it. Of course I pretended I didn't know anything about the whole thing. I am so good at acting.

I had that retard Mina eating out of the palm of my hand. Lav and Dorothy don't anything or they would have told that skank-bitch already.

Those dumb hoes will believe any shit that comes from my mouth. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Fucking sluts.

Correction: Fucking dumb sluts.

Maybe not Dorothy, she seems to have begun thinking on her own.

I have to put a stop to that.

But back to my love triangle, Heero deserves so much more than that harlot Zabini, I mean come on, her name sounds like a guy's.

And her personality isn't winning any contests either.

But her body's okay, I guess, I bet her boobs are fake.

Her falsies aren't that good. Come on, who grows that much in one year? Least of all Blaise-y-poo.

Well, you get what you paid for.

And I will have Heero Yuy, no matter who I have to step on along the way.

Cere Cere and I wisely stayed silent for several seconds before speaking again.

"So, who's ready to start writing some shit?" asked Cere Cere cheerfully.

"I am." said Blaise cheerily, as she took the red Sharpie from Cere Cere, and flipped to an empty page.

"Ooh, that's good." I said as I read what she wrote.

As Blaise finished off the new entry with flourish, I flipped through the book, "Guys, we need to put all the people that Relena didn't put in so they can't pin it on anyone else but her." I said.

"Alright, who's not in here?" asked Cere Cere.

"You, Ami, and Pansy." Blaise said.

"Really?" Cere Cere asked, "I thought I would be guilty by association." She mused out loud.

"You probably are, but haven't done anything to warrant an entry in her "love book." She's really a piece of work." I said.

"So, let's start with you, Cere, what do you want us to write in here about you?" asked Blaise.

The representative from California has the floor

Zieg heil to the president gasman

Bombs away is your punishment

Pulverize the Eiffel towers

Who criticize your government

OoOoOo

I was skipping through the halls once, again, and once again I was humming Green Day.

This time I was distributing the truth.

The Truth.

Double capitals.

Woah.

The multi-colored excerpts were very aesthetically pleasing to the eye, not only did they serve a purpose in bringing down Relena they were also effective in cheering up the dank and dreary hallways.

By the end of the day, more rumors were swirling about in—where else? The rumor mill.

The copied book had been mysteriously turned in to the principal.

Cough-Ami-Cough.

So, it was no surprise that by 8th period Relena had been sent to Mr. Dumbledore's office.

8th period was kind of late to be getting to the matter, wasn't it?

Maybe the office administrative staff were getting their jollies by reading aforementioned book.

Mr. Snape did look the time to be a closet masturbation junkie.

And Mr. Black was very cheerful.

Mr. Lupin was too lupine.

And Ms. Meioh had green hair.

Ms. McGonagall was wicked scary with her glasses perched on the edge of her nose, when she was leaning over your shoulder reprimanding you about your horrible class work or catching you reading a comic book.

I don't what that had to do with it, it just seemed appropriate.

Anyway Relena was going down, Seamus and I were getting along, Colin was questioning his sexual orientation, Ami was looking into the commercial uses of hemp, Blaise was stuffing Relena's locker with falsies, Trowa was mime-phobic.

All was good.

But you know what they say.

Life's a bitch and then you die.

No that's not it.

The world is your lobster?

Nope.

Grab the bull by the horns and take everything in stride?

Uh-uh.

Early to bed early to rise makes good pies?

No way.

Don't count your pearls before the crack?

Yeah, right.

All good things come to an end.

That's the one.

OoOoOo

Relena fumed as she made her way toward her locker, her heels making angry clicking sounds against the cheap linoleum.

Nobody likes you everyone left you

They're all out without you havin' fun

Nobody likes you everyone left you

They're all out without you havin' fun

Where'd you go?

No one did this to her.

She was Relena Peacecraft.

Didn't they know who she was?

Didn't they know who they were messing with?

'Twas on now.

And Relena would be sure that this time, there were no mistakes.

If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.

OoOoOo

It was supposed to have been a fun night.

A fun little get together.

To celebrate my victory over the evil hag queen formally known as Relena.

It was supposed to have been a small party.

It was supposed to be a lot of things.

None of them were good.

OoOoOo

Pretty baby don't you leave me

Ihave been saving smiles for you

Pretty baby why can't you see

You're the one that I belong to

I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm

For you're the sun that breaks the storm

I'll be alright and I'll sleep sound

as long as you keep coming round, oh pretty baby

Draco had decided, with much prodding from Rei, to hold a small party in favor of Relena's downfall.

Well, no party Draco had was small.

So typically half the school came.

And of course Relena was not invited.

But she came anyway.

"She thinks she can have a party and not invite me? Who does she think she is? I made her, you know?" fumed Relena as she pulled up, her current boy toy nodding in compulsory agreement.

"Oh, is going to get it."

Meanwhile, I was letting loose and having some fun.

It's a good year for a murder

She's praying to Jesus, she's pulling the trigger

There's no tears, cause he's not here

She washes her hands, she fixes the dinner

But soon they'll be coming to rush her away

No one's sure if her crime had a reason

"And so then I said to her--"

"He's so cute--"

"Eww, look at that--"

"The nerve of that--"

"Did you see who she brought to--"

It was loud, unorganized, and raucous.

'Twas awesome.

I was by the snacks, setting up another table, the party favors.

Of course they had to be original and creative.

Prem and Padma had thought them up, they were violet bags, with gummy bears, nuts, cherries, sprinkles, mini chocolate syrup bottles, jasmine tea bags, and a picture of Relena's rendezvous with sundae ingredients on the front.

They were freaking awesome.

Reasons like seasons

They constantly change

Like the seasons of last year

Like reasons have floated away

Away with this spilt milk

Away with this dirty dish water away

Seventeen years and all that he gave was a daughter.

We had even started to play Truth or Dare. It wasn't as if there were any hidden cameras lurking about. Cough cough.

Prem laid down the ground rules, "No dude on dude and no girl on girl either."

There were several disappointed hoots and yells.

"Yeah, yeah, let's get started already." Blaise said as she spun the bottle.

"My, my what do we have here?" asked Relena as she stalked into the room.

"Go suck your own cock, Relena." Cere Cere said pleasantly.

"Language, Cere Cere." Relena said reprovingly.

"Why don't you crawl back under the moist stone you came from?" Hotaru suggested.

"Ouch." Duo said.

"It's alright, she can stay." I said, looking Relena straight in the eye.

"What do we seem to be doing here?" Relena asked haughtily.

"Playing Truth or Dare." Heero supplied.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Stop trying to whore yourself out to my boyfriend you hooker!" Blaise exclaimed.

END

Songs are not mine

SachiNyoko-sok

Suntiger- its coming

NixiNox- hey

Silver Sailor Ganymede- It seems a lot of people feel that way.

Firenze-Woo! It's Firenze.

Fallen Angel of Silence- Changed your account?