By the end of the day, Emma was having a spastic seizure over the fact that Maryanne now had every guy, and a healthy number of girls ready to propose to her, and no one besides her was trying to stop it. Naturally, Sean shows up at the opportune moment to ask what's wrong, just so the fan girls can go, "OMG r dey gunnuh get back 2gethur?"
When a slightly put off Sean found our heroine, she was curled up in a little ball in front of her locker, bawling more than her baby brother when he needed to be changed.
Sean, being the somewhat nice guy that he is, couldn't bear to see someone crying like this. Actually, if he had to hear another second of it, he was likely to go through Ellie's purse, find her razor, and commit suicide.
"Emma, are you alright?" Sean asked, hoping that pretending to care would make her shut up.
Emma gasped for air, as she had been wailing for the past hour. "MARYANNE SUE IS TAKING OVER DEGRASSI AND NO ONE CARES!"
Sean's brow furrowed slightly. "Um…yeah, Emma. That's what Mary Sues usually do. They invade a decent fandom and turn everyone into lovesick, incompetent morons. Why fight it? It's not like the author is going to stop writing awful OOCs and Mary Sues just because you think they suck. I mean…anyone who doesn't like this story is going to be called jealous anyway…so you might as well get used to the fact that Degrassi is full of Mary Sues. And, maybe if we're lucky, she'll die trying to save someone's life and we'll all be okay."
Emma smiled, and threw herself onto Sean in a constricting hug that partially cut off his circulation. "OH, SEAN! I'm so glad you're on my side!"
Sean shoved Emma off of him, and she went flying into the locker. Since she only weighed about ten pounds, her body didn't leave a dent. "Actually, I just wanted you to shut up. I'm going to fail 2nd grade math my ninth time through. See you later."
A dark, omniscient shadowing aura dulled Emma's senses for a tenth of a second. Before she had time to react, Maryanne's graceful figure was hovering over her. Scared out of her environmentally conscious mind, it took Emma about five minutes to realize that Maryanne was talking.
"You have really nice hair," Maryanne whispered, in a strange attempt at being sexy.
"S…sorry, what?"
Feeling frustrated that her attempt at flattering her one real threat had failed; Maryanne was a bit less friendly. "I SAID I liked your hair!" she shouted angrily.
"I'm sorry," Emma said, as tears streamed down her cheek. "I didn't mean to not hear you. You just scared me a bit. And…I hate you. You need to leave cuz I have nightmares about you attacking me with a steak knife"
Maryanne considered this. "That's not half as bad as what the tomatoes did to me. You should have seen how that disgusting rash only added to my sexiness."
As Emma looked into Maryanne's eyes, even the strong mind that she had became possessed.
Maryanne frowned. "Gee, Emma. I'm really sorry we're not friends. I have this video for you to watch, which I think will change your opinion of me," she whispered. "Just give it a chance."
Emma snatched the video, and slid it into her backpack. Without saying anything else, she walked away.
Emma shuddered as she slid the video into her VCR. What was on this video that Maryanne thought was so important? Regardless of what it was, Emma wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to get a bit of insight into Maryanne's world. Regardless of what the problem was, anything Emma knew about Maryanne could help her fight. But…what if this was some disgusting porn video Maryanne made as a cruel joke? If it came to that, Emma could always sell it to some lovesick Degrassi student and donate the money to Green peace.
The video started with a blurry T.V. screen, which turned into a large tomato. The entire video was in black and white, and depicted Maryanne standing in front of a mirror, brushing her soft, beautiful, sexy, aphrodisiac hair. A ladder appeared, and Maryanne was chased by a giant tomato. Once this was over, an icy chill spread across Emma's body, and the phone started to ring.
"H…hello?" Emma said into the receiver.
"You're going to lose your personality in seven days," a soft voice whispered.
Emma screamed, and dropped the phone.
Emma's parents ran down the stairs in horror. "EMMA!" her mother screamed. "Baby, what's wrong?"
"Maryanne Sue's going to devour my soul!" Emma shrieked, falling into a clump on the floor and resuming her bawling.
"Emma, sweetie, I'm sure she's not…" her mother began. "Snake…who's Maryanne?"
Mr. Simpson sighed. "The new girl at Degrassi. She's really pretty, and just about everyone at Degrassi is falling in love with her. I can see where Emma would be jealous."
"ARE YOU SAYING I'M NOT PRETTY?" Emma wailed.
"No, no, that's not…" Mr. Simpson objected.
"I think we should call a doctor," Emma's mother suggested.
Maryanne laughed, as she watched Emma in the crystal ball that had been handed down to her generation of fae, even though she wasn't supposed to get it because she was a partial elven vamp. "Finally. The bitch is gone. Now I'm free to corrupt Degrassi."