Hey. So, we've heard about Kimi, Dil, Tommy, Lillian, Phil, and a little about Chuckie, but what about Angelica...
Don't own Rugrats. Don't own All Grown Up. Don't wan to be sued. (I'm not in the mood for complex sentences.)
Chapter 3
Newspaper Hour
Every Monday morning the students at LHS found a copy of "The Lifton Review," the school's newspaper, stuffed in their locker. No one knew how the papers got there. Some students thought the principal gave the news staff the combinations to every locker in the school. The thought of some kid poking around in her locker made Kimi very uneasy, so she refused to read the paper. It was all about sports anyway. No one bothered to write about all the awards the musical won, no one cared how hard the debate team worked for their upcoming meet, but "The Lifton Review" always had the scores and statistics of the previous three baseball games. She always recycled it at her next class. But there was a very familiar face on the front page today. A face only a crazed maniac could love.
"Angelica Pickles, secretary of the Lifton cheerleading squad, shows pep and pride for her school at last week's baseball game," Lillian dropped the paper on top of Kimi's books and made a fake gagging sound.
"Ugh, look at that face. To think I used to actually look up to her. I'm ashamed," Kimi sighed as she looked down at the paper.
"Don't feel bad. We all wanted to be like Angelica at one point or another, but let's not waste any more breath on her. Instead, let's talk about the film contest," Lillian tossed her copy of the paper into the recycling bin and sat down next to Kimi. "So I was thinking we could start out by-"
"Step aside, step aside! Your queen of the paper has arrived," Angelica and the rest of the cheerleaders strutted into the classroom waving the newspaper like it was one million dollars.
"Oh great, here comes Josie and the ditzy-cats," Kimi sighed and slumped down in her seat. She then sat right back up, smiled, and raised her eyebrows. Lillian knew this look, Kimi was scheming. "Watch this."
"Kimi, don't do anything stupid. I know they're snobby, but they do have a lot of power in the school," Lillian warned her impulsive friend.
"Make way for the ruler of the school, I mean rulers," the group began to approach where Kimi and Lillian were sitting. That's when it happened. Kimi casually tossed a copy of the paper onto the floor and bent down to pick it up. Lillian knew exactly what Kimi was doing and wished there was a way to stop her, but she knew it was too late for Kimi to listen to reason. Kimi was still leaning over towards the paper when Angelica came to her desk. Kimi stuck her foot out just quick enough for Angelica to trip. Normally, tripping someone wouldn't matter. It only matters when the "tripee" is wearing 3 inch heels, which is exactly what Angelica was wearing. She went flying forward, her heel snapping off during the process. Angelica hit the floor hard and fast, only giving her enough time to shout one of the many curse words she was thinking. Hearing the profane language, the whole class turned to watch the scene unfold.
Dil gave up aliens and unidentified flying objects at the end of 6th grade. He was done with being stared at for all the wrong reasons and tired and waiting for some other life form to take him away. So during that summer, he made it his goal to find something new; he didn't have to look very far. Dil was coming back from the park one day when he passed by a newly opened music store. They had records, instruments, you name it and they probably carried it. A midnight blue drum set in the corner of the store caught Dil's eye instantaneously. He begged and pleaded with his parents for weeks, and they finally agreed. And the rest, as they say, is history. Dil loved his drum set more than anything. He spent his days writing songs and inventing rhythms, but he was never satisfied with his compositions. He always said, "Another rest here," or "Another eighth note and it'll rock." Dil played everyday, still hoping for that perfect tune...
Angelica slowly, cautiously peeled herself off the floor. She picked up her broken shoe and smacked her other hand with it. The rest of the cheerleaders backed up at that point. Angelica had developed a reputation as being the mean girl. She spoke calmly, but you could tell she was being fake. "Hi Kimi. How are you today? I don't know if you realize this, but you just broke a very, veryexpensive pair of shoes. What are you gonna do about it?"
Kimi answered Angelica with an overly enthusiastic, but fake tone to her voice. "Oh,
Angelica. Hi there! Sorry about your dead animals -I mean leather shoes. I was just picking up this copy of the newspaper. You've seen it, right?"
"Of course I've seen it, you idiot. Now get out of my way."
"Riiiiiiight. Just let me get this," Kimi put her foot down on one side of the paper while she started to pull on the other side. Within seconds the paper ripped right down the middle, splitting Angelica's close up in half. Kimi continued her fake routine. "Oh, stupid, stupid me. Look at the mess I made. But, in a way, I think this a good look for you, Ang," Kimi was testing her limits, and everyone knew it.
Angelica's nostrils flared. "Listen asshole, only my friends can call me Ang. And how the hell is that a good look for me? You know what? Forget it. I shouldn't waste my time talking to a social outcast."
"Well, I ripped your face in half. And you're so two-faced in real life. I just thought-"
That was all Angelica needed to hear. She spoke slowly and with perfect diction. "What the hell did you say? Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" Angelica would have killed Kimi right there if Ms. Tella, their Creative Writing teacher, hadn't showed up.
"Class, take your seats. Settle down, and clean up that mess," Ms. Tella was strict and stern.
Kimi gathered up the torn paper and walked to the recycling bin at the back of the room. It was then that she noticed Tommy Pickles had been standing in the doorway and had seen the whole show.
I know, a little unrealistic, but I couldn't resist. What does Tommy have to say about all this? Maybe you'll find out next chapter, quandary?