"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" yelled Gena, running out of the bathroom in the dorm room she shared with her friend Samantha.
"What, what?" asked Samantha, annoyed. She was already up and making breakfast.
"I…I…" Gena's lower lip began to tremble.
"What!" yelled Samantha.
"I…broke a naaaaaail!" wailed Gena.
"Oh dear Lord, the world is ending." said Samantha sarcastically.
"So, do you have anything that can help?" asked Gena in a scared voice.
"There are some Band-Aids in the medicine cabinet." replied Samantha, waving her off.
"Thanks honey!" Gena said.
"Yeah, yeah." Samantha mumbled. She really didn't like Gena. She had been insanely jealous of her in high school, when Gena was beautiful, popular, and loved by all, while Samantha had been considered ugly and a loser. Now Gena was a rich little spoiled daddy's girl and was so, well, preppy. Ugh….thought Samantha. Why must she live with me?
Just then the phone rang, but Samantha didn't pick it up. She wanted to see who it was first. When whoever called started to leave a message, she heard a male's voice.
"Hey Samantha. I don't know if you remember me, but we went to high school together. We ate tots together, and gosh, we had lots of fun doing sweet jumps on my bicycle. Give me a call, k bye!" the voice said hurriedly.
Oh my gosh, thought Samantha. That voice sounds so familiar…
gasp
It's Napoleon Dynamite!
Samantha did go to high school with him. Napoleon was a dork, and Samantha only hung out with him because she felt sorry for him. He had a stupid afro and huge glasses, and he smelled like llama. Suddenly, Samantha got an idea.
"Hey Gena!" she called.
"Yeah?" asked Gena, who walked out of the bathroom with a nicely bandaged finger nail.
"I got this message from a guy I used to know. I'm not interested in him anymore, but you might be. He's a real hottie, and I know you would love him. He's just your type. What do you say, should I set you two up on a date?" Samantha asked, smiling wickedly.
Gena didn't notice the evil behind it.
"Sure! What's his name?" she asked, excited.
"Oh, uh…" Samantha stammered. She didn't want to say his real name because Gena might remember who he was. "Uh…Nathan. He's a real keeper." she said at last.
"Well ok. Just tell me when and where, and I'm there!" exclaimed Gena as she went to the bathroom to take a shower.
"Oh, I will Gena, I will." chuckled Samantha to herself as she poured herself some coffee. This was the perfect plan to ruin Gena's life. Mwahahahahahaha!