Jessie- the poem is not Jenna's. It is some one named Robin's.
After the movie and shopping Emma and her friends went to the food court, each with about 3 shopping bags, some more. They each ordered a smoothie and quickly drank it. They wanted to get to Emma's house quickly. Friday was their, go to Emma's house and watch a movie with pizza and ice cream out of a carton (they each got one quart), and today was Friday. Usually on Fridays before the movie they went up to Emma's room for about an hour first, and just played around. They had decided that today they would pick on Titania, the most freakish and unpopular girl in school.
"Hey girls," Emma's mom, Rachel said to them. She never had any idea how mean Emma and her friends were to everyone uncool.
Emma went up with her friends and they pulled out a diary. Of course, it wasn't really a diary. Diaries were so babyish. Well, it kind of was a diary, but not of their life. The kind of diary they had was cool. It was special. Or, at least to them it was special. To other people, it could ruin their life.
The "diary" they had had every student in the school's name on the top of one of the pages, except theirs. Then, when they found out something about them, or suspected something, they put it in. They also put a picture. At the end of each year they printed copies for the whole school. But of course, they didn't get in trouble. No, why would they? No one ever bothered them. No one ever bothered the popular kids.
They had gotten a picture of Titania the day before. She always wore black, and looked really, really goth. But she wasn't. No, she was so, so, SO not goth. You should've seen her. She was always smiling, and when people made fun of her, she still smiled. Except when people made fun of her, it was a weird smile. A smile that kind of said, "I'm not gonna let you hurt me," even though you could tell that in side she was giving herself a pep talk, and saying, "Come on Titania. They won't hurt you. Sticks and stone may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Remember what mom told me about being proud and standing up for myself?"
Actually, her smile was always a weird smile. I seemed kind of smug, like she knew something you didn't. But she didn't. She didn't know anything. Not about fashion, how to be cool, or who to be friends with. Or anything important like that. And that was why people made fun of her.
First, Emma and her friends put the picture of her in. Then they wrote all this mean stuff about her, like that she read books like, The Building Blocks of Nature, and other things like that.
Then, Rachel called them and said that it was time to watch the movie. She always watched it with them, but they didn't mind because she was cool. They went down stairs, got the pizza and started watching. They would get the ice cream when they finished the pizza.
