Adventures of Kelly Prescott
Chapter 3- Introducing theCeeCee Clone Girls
I flew into school the next day, my hair flowing dramatically behind me, and a no-nonsense look on my face. I looked totally ready to kick butt, which is not usually a look I go for, but I must have looked good because, let's face it, I always do.
I was going to show CeeCee Webb who was really the most popular girl at Junipero Serra Mission Academy. Even if it was technically her, since she was the one with the hordes of people crowded round her and all. But I just felt in my heart that I was popular. It may not have been true, or even have made sense, but that's what I felt.
So I, like, stalked down the corridor, not caring about whether I had to use my newfound demonic powers or not - just as long as I made CeeCee regret replacing me, I'd be happy.
I suddenly stopped in my tracks; there she was, leaning against someone's locker. She was standing next to Brad Ackerman for some reason (did she dump Paul already? God! What a S-L-U-T!) Her back was to me, but I could tell it was her. It was like totally obvious. She tossed her white hair as she laughed at something Brad had said, and then stopped mid-toss, as if she realised she realised she shouldn't be doing that. She was straightening out her hair as I approached. I was revolted. I mean, you should have seen her, trying to hide the fact that she was this big phoney.
Disgusting!
I walked right up to her, grabbed her shoulder and angrily spun her around. Her expression became shocked. And so did mine. This… wasn't CeeCee at all.
"Debbie?" I squeaked, staring at her incredulously.
"Oh… hi Kelly," she said, giving me a totally funny look.
I just kept staring at her. "Debbie, what are you wearing?"
And what had she done to her HAIR? It was… WHITE!
And her skin! How was her skin so pale?
"Um Kelly, I feel as if I should be asking you the same thing. I mean, this is in. And um…" she looked at my designer clothes with distaste, "what you're wearing is so… yesterday."
My mouth dropped open. "But… but…you're not wearing any MAKE UP!"
I could hardly believe it! It was… it was… SCANDALOUS!
She leaned in towards me and said, like it was some kind of embarrassing secret, "Um, yeah, actually I'm wearing powder… just till my tan fades, I mean."
As she straightened up from revealing her big 'secret', I stared at her. I could hardly believe that this was my best friend I was talking to! At least, that's what I had thought she was. I wasn't too sure when she went and said, "Look Kelly, I don't know what's up with you, but I think that maybe we should, like, stay away from each other for now. I mean, you could be bad for my image."
And then she walked away.
I felt a surge of anger as she caught up with who I presumed was the real CeeCee – it was hard to tell; I noticed now that almost everyone looked like her. As I felt the anger rise up in me I noticed a few people giving me weird and, for some reason, slightly scared looks.
I quickly slipped into an empty classroom as the bell rang for homeroom, and took a mirror from my purse. Did I have something on my face? No. Good. I pushed a few strands of hair out of my face, staring angrily at my reflection.
So my skin wasn't pale? So my hair was a few shades too dark? So I actually had a good fashion sense? So what? I took pride in my appearance. Why was it making me so unpopular?
I glared at the mirror. God, I hated them. I hated them so much! The anger was boiling up inside of me again. Only this time I saw the reason why all those people had been so scared.
My eyes had just flashed red.
I put my mirror away. So, my demonic powers had begun to show. They weren't helping, though. What I wanted was to be popular again, not to scare everyone away. But how could I do it?
A noise from behind me disrupted my thoughts. I turned around. So the classroom hadn't been as empty as I had originally thought. A guy was standing at the far end of the room with his back to me. I guess I hadn't noticed he had company, since he was paying no attention to me.
It was then that I realised that there was something weird about this guy – and I wasn't just talking about the fact that his pants were extremely tight (although I had briefly wondered if this was CeeCee's doing.) No, what was strange about him was that he was glowing. Literally glowing!
My first thought was, 'oh, thank GOD! He's not turning into another CeeCee clone!' It looked like there was totally one guy around who wasn't nuts – even if he did look like he'd been involved in some nuclear experiment gone wrong. I mean, I could totally imagine all this nuclear stuff making the guy glow and all – I may not understand it, but I wasn't dumb.
I knew nuclear stuff made other stuff glow!
Anyway, so I stared at the nuclear boy, and gave him a funny look. It was totally wasted though as he was like… facing the wall or something.
"Um," I started, but he suddenly started muttering quietly.
…He ignored me, too! OH MY GOSH! WHY DOES EVERYONE IGNORE ME? Do I have to become CeeCee #4757995895589 before people listen to me anymore?
GOD!
I totally didn't deserve this.
I suddenly decided to stop wallowing in self-pity and find something to scream at the nuclear guy in the tight pants about later.
In other words, I eavesdropped on his crazy-sounding, one-person conversation.
To do this, I decided to be all over-dramatic. Austin Powers music suddenly played from some random place (the guy didn't seem to notice), and I totally hid behind a desk on my hands and knees, being a totally top-class spy. See, nobody can say I can do nothing productive!
"Mi querida… te amo. He has hurt you for one too many times, and no longer will I stand to see him hurt you. Then we may finally be happy and he shall be slain – it will be good riddance, no?"
I swear the guy was insane. But hot. WAY hot. Too bad he was wearing a frilly shirt.
But anyway… um, who the hell was he talking to? DID HE LOVE THIN AIR? Ew, now that's just GROSS! And, um… stupid.
Suddenly, he spun around and pulled the trigger on… A MACHINE GUN? OH MY GOSH! This day was getting stranger and stranger!
I totally turned to see where the bullets had hit, and saw some large holes in the wall. Serious damage. The nuclear guy didn't seem so happy, though.
"Dios… I missed!"
I examined the wall again, and saw a target board of sorts.
It was a cardboard cut-out of Paul Slater's face.
…What the hell?
And hey, I was totally going to go out with Paul Slater when CeeCee Webb learned to take her grubby little powder white hands off him.
I gave the guy an evil glare.
He didn't seem to notice, because it was just then he just… disappeared!
OH MY GOSH, HE REALLY HAD BEEN SOME KIND OF NUCLEAR EXPERIMENT! He was like… the next generation of SPIDERMAN!
Suddenly though, the shock wore off and I started laughing evilly, pulling myself up off the floor.
May I just take this moment to say that my evil laugh is totally cool, and I bet it will be WAY better than little Miss I'm-so-cool-because-I'm-an-albino's. Can she even laugh evilly? I bet she can't! See, I'm SO much better than HER! Everyone could totally see that if they hadn't lost their minds.
You see, I was totally convinced that that was what had happened. Because, why would anyone leech after CeeCee instead of someone like… I don't know, ME?
But anyway, I was laughing all evilly and demonically, because the nuclear guy had given me an idea.
I COULD BLOW UP THE SCHOOL.
No, wait, that's the wrong idea…
Oh yeah, so I knew what to do about Miss Albino-Freak. I looked up at the sky (or, you know, ceiling), suddenly stopping laughing, and called, "THANK YOU!" to the nuclear guy, wherever he was, for secretly telling me what to do.
CeeCee Webb, the pale chick who was now acting like a complete moron and being leeched at by my friends, had stolen my popularity.
And I was going to get it back.
After all, there's no way she can be more popular than me and all fawned over when she's a corpse!
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