Trisher Nicole Married Who
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
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Disclaimer: "Full to the brim, with stick-to-the-roof-of-your-mouth-oh-god-it-makes-you-want-a-glass-of-milk,extra smooth... peanut butter." - Charlie (Dominic Monaghan) on Lost talking about the imaginary peanut butter
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Chapter 59
MAKEOVER! AUGH!
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Before I knew it, I was at the mercy of Barbie and her cronies, Thersea and Krystie.
Okay, so those weren't really their names, but hey, what else goes with Barbie?
My hair was pulled and yanked and braided within an inch of it's life.
I didn't put up a fight for that, considering Barbie was doing the work, and Krystie and Thersea were holding me down.
Then, I was handed a dress, which I refused to wear.
"No pink." I said "No pink."
I wasn handed another one.
"No yellow, I'm not going to look like Belle from freakin' Beauty and the Beast.
They sighed, and handed me another one.
"Blue, that's more like it."
Then the shoes. That's torture. Imagine a combination of stilletos and wooden sandals.
Ouch.
"What do you think, girls?" asked Barbie
"Ohh, wonderful!" they crooned, but I could see their cheeky smiles.
I raised my fist in a threat, but it was pushed down by Barbie.
"No." said Barbie "Be nice."
I stiffly lowered my fist.
"There we go." she said
I felt like a dog.
"Can I leave now?"
"No." said Barbie "A lady is escorted out of a building, one does not just leave."
"Fine." I said. "Who's 'escorting' me?"
I looked around, expecting it to be Forsyth, or Fish, like some cruel joke.
"You'll see." said Krystie, gigling.
"Shush! You'll tell her!" said Thersea.
I rolled my eyes. These girls seemed somewhat familier to a few Brittanys' and Jennys' I used to know.
"When will this 'escort' be here?" I asked
"I already am."
And I spun around to see...
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CLIFFIE
Kali: "One day, when I grow up and have a kid, I'm going to buy a stroller for two, and run around the mall looking frantic."
Typical Kali. Oober rules!