Sorry its being FOREVER since I updated this story, if you have any suggestions for other school one-shots, let me know :-)
"Hey, Charlene! Over here!" A girl with dark hair and a bright stripe of purple waved her hand wildly. "HEY!" Charlene squealed. Running over to sit by her friend at the lunch table. "Thanks for saving me a seat, Brit," Charlene said sitting her sack lunch down. "No prob." Britney smiled widely. "So," Britney said looking at Charlene expectantly. "So what?" Charlene asked, pulling at a salad. Charlene looked up and saw her friend's eager eyes. "What?" Charlene asked. Britney rolled her eyes. "So, why didn't you answer my texts last night? Was it a boy?" Charlene looked at her friend strangely. She had always loved talking and gossiping about boys. "Uh, no," Charlene said, trying to collect herself again. "Then why didn't you answer me?"
"What time did you send them to me?"
"About nine o'clock, why?" Charlene looked down at the table. "Um, I was already in bed."
"What?" Britney said, cupping her ear. "I said, I was already in bed," Charlene mumbled only a little bit louder. "Still can't hear you," Britney said calmly, though she was starting to get frustrated. "I SAID I WAS ALREADY IN BED BY 9:00!" Charlene yelled. She felt everyone in the lunchroom staring at her; their eyes boring holes into her body. She turned a bright shade of red. "Already in bed?!" Britney said, trying not to crack up. "Since when have you been going to bed at nine?"
"It's complicated." Britney knew that Charlene only said that when she was keeping something, but Britney wasn't one to easily give up. "How complicated?"
"It's a DHI thing," Charlene said, it came out a little harsher than she had intended. Britney looked like she has been slapped. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's nothing, really."
"Then why can't you tell me?"
"It's...complicated."
"Ugh!" Britney yelled, standing up. "Is that the only word you know? You know, ever since that DHI model junk you think you're better than the rest of us."
"Brit, I never-"
"Shut it, Charlene. You can't stand to be around people that aren't on your level of superiority. What if you're not on the cheerleading team? Nope, you can't be friends with Charlene Turner, well, except for me. I managed to become friends with you. Should I feel honored that you noticed me?"
"Britney," Charlene was losing color, she couldn't believe this. "You're one of my best friends." Britney scowled back at her. "Then why won't you tell what's so complicated with you're new DHI besties?" Charlene rolled her eyes. "They're hardly my friends." She hated saying it, but she desperately wanted her friend back. "Oh really? Well then why haven't I been able to hang out with you for months? Charlene, I'm starting to think you're not telling me anything true about your DHI junk."
"Britney, I would tell you but it's just-"
"What? Complicated? Ugh! You know what I've had enough of you! I don't know why I even wasted my time." Britney looked ready to spit. She stormed off and sat next to some other girls who gladly welcomed her into their conversation. Charlene just sat there, letting a single tear fall.
That night, Charlene got a text. From Britney.
Britney: Hey, look what I found online:
It was a picture of all the Disney Hosts, smiling and posing. Each one had a phrase or word under them. Finn: below-average. Willa: nerd. Philby: nerd #2. Maybeck (with an arrow to his dreads) Jack Sparrow's long lost cousin. Charlene: Chicken-Legged Drama Queen. Charlene turned red. She clenched up her fists. That little- Charlene was goning to teach that girl a lesson and it wasn't going to be pretty. Charlene stood up, ready to go to Britney's house and knock her socks off. No one called her friends things like that and got away with it. Charlene stomped over to her door and grabbed the doorknob, but she stopped herself. Violence was never the answer. If she had learned anything from Maybeck, it was that fighting only got you into more trouble. But nothing, not even logic could stand in Charlene's way when she was mad. She tried to slowly let go of the doorknob and go sit on her bed. But the rage kept bioling and bubbling inside of her. As soon as Charlene sat calmly on the bed for five seconds, she couldn't take it anymore. "Agh!" Charlene screamed out of rage. She threw her pone as hard as she could at her wall. With Charlene being the star pitcher on her softball team, the phone smashed into pieces. Charlene smiled some-what triumphantly. "That's right," Charlene thought to herself. "Don't mess with Charlene Turner."