"Ugh, stupid dress!"

"Chill out, Izzy." Princess pulled out a shiny tube of lipstick from her sweater pocket as Izzy wreastled with her glitter-fied tutu.

"Is it too late t'change clothes?" Izzy pulled at the tutu around her waist. "Why'd I think this would be a good idea t'wear here? And with heels?"

"Take a chill pill." Princess said, flatter than a pancake as she uncapped the tangy bullet of lipstick. "You look good in my old practice skirt."

"I overdress for everything!" Izzy exclaimed.

"It is fine," insisted Princess, more firmly this time as she leaned to the mirror and smeared it on her lips. "Dollface will doubtlessly have us come to the grand opening of Freddy's, and we can all coordinate better then."

Izzy held out a hand.

Princess slapped the glittery tube into her friend's palm.

"How's your girlfriend?" Izzy as she finished her touch-up and placed it into her leather jacket pocket. The three shared makeup so much, they couldn't remember who owned what anymore.

Princess played with one of the two candy blue pigtails secured with tide orange scrunchie. Izzy thought that Princess looked a bit like an alien, eye bags and overhead lights turning her grey. Princess fixed the crown that sat between her pigtails that made her look even more alien and said, "Lily is doing fine. She is getting ready for this year's Christmas production."

"Ooooh," Izzy giggled, wardrobe fail forgotten. Princess's flat, proper voice made her sound like an Extra Terrestrial, matching her appearance, "What part did ya get?"

"I get to be the Nutcracker Prince since ballet is 'too queer' for boys to be in." Princess stated she finished applying a lip liner and carefully handed the tube of cosmetics back into Izzy's hand, swelling with pride. "I will show them 'too queer'."

"I bet you will!"

"You know where to find me." Princess said. Izzy knew she was already heading to the arcade. Princess was a beast when it came to Street Fighter and Mortal Kombat, and if it weren't for her friends, she'd be planted there long after closing hours.

Izzy giggled at the thought of Mike, String Bean's uncle, having to pick up Princess like an angry football and toss her out.

The only person who came close to her level was Wolfie, but she had to pack for Church Camp Granada, two states away.

Princess walked out of the bathroom with the tacky tube in her sweater pocket, cat bumping Izzy on the shoulder, anticipating the tickets she'd win.

And there she was, alone in the tacky bathroom. Feeling like she should've thought her outfit out better, Izzy stared in the mirror with twinkling diva lights surrounding it's glassy surface and sighed apathetically.

Hearts.

Hearts everywhere.

How babyish could you get? Like, at least Princess looked cool in her neon orange sweater with "Heart Breaker" written in lime green on the front. She even had matching blue leg warmers from practice!

Knowing that at least Princess would have something heart themed, Izzalia had grabbed a hand-me-down tutu and a matching black pleather belt with a heart shaped buckle.

And heels.

Just small ones, but still.

Heels!

With little red and pink hearts blathered to its glossy white surface. With bows and rhinestones on the toes!

She looked like a dumpy toddler!

She crossed her arms and growled at her reflection, turning and twisting in the mirror to look at her pear shape better. Izzy lightly touched the cold chain around her neck with, you guessed it, one half of a mood predicting friendship heart dangling from it. Even the ring she was wearing was a mood ring heart.

Why did she always overdress?

"Yer like, super fat."

Practically jumping out of her rhinestone pumps, Izzy watched Missy circle her like a shark. "What?"

"You do. Like a fuggin' hippo." Missy smiled, leaning into a mirror and pulling at her skin to inspect her spottedness. "Oh, just like, stick it down yer throat, fat cow. Like, seriously, watching ya eat yer pizza, was like, disgustin'. Even m'lil brother was grossed out, an'he still eats boogers!"

She smiled like she was a cat, who'd caught the unsuspecting mouse that was Izzalia Deyhet. It flickered across her face, then made way for a grimace at a new acne scar on her chin. "Ya really are, like, dedicated t'cows, like, aren'tcha?"

Izzy ignored her, trying not to look at either girl's reflection.

She couldn't stand seeing the skinny skank circling her.

Izzy was beginning to feel guilty for eating dinner. Maybe she shouldn' have had that fourth slice?

"Good job on that. Like, ya have th'weight aspect down, like, pretty well. Soon, you'll actually, like, be one!"

Izzy turned away from the mirror and stared at the paper towel dispenser in discomfort. Well, her face was a little on the round side, and her bottom heavy shape was really suffering when she wore the looser clothes that she liked so much...

"Like, yer just burstin' at th'seams ya fat, like, manatee or whatever the hell you are!"

"Y'know what, just shut up." Izzy didn't even recognize that as her own voice, and looked around for Dollface. Dollface could've gotten her out of here.

Missy stopped in her verbal circling, tripping on air.

"I-I've had enough! Ya did it once, but ya can't do it again!" Izzy felt sick. The temptation to fall back into old habits of hiding or gagging herself was almost too much, but she couldn't let Prissy Missy Custer win, sick as she was feeling.

Missy smiled, Izzy's status confirmed.

Missy was like that.

She smiled, knowing that she's already won half the battle. The only thing to win the war was to get Izzy to completely break down and cry, right in front of her. Her posse was into that shit too, but after the bell rang and school was out for the summer, they were G-O-N-E, gone!

Out for vacations outside of the trailer park. Missy would be going to Cancun soon to celebrate the first week of vacation. That would relieve any of her victims for a week or two.

Izzy pushed past the bully and walked out of the bathroom, then turned to say in a sudden burst of uncharacteristic confidence: "No wonder ya don't have any friends, yer a bitch!"

Izzy minced out of the bathroom, unbalanced in her kitten heels, face reddening and eyes blurring as Missy stood, shocked as her main source of entertainment left her in the dust.

Izzy decided it was time to join Princess in the arcade.