Massie was excited to get to school the next day to see the frightened eyes of the idiots who dared cross her path. After picking everyone up in the Land Rover and going to class in the morning, it was finally time for lunch. Massie, Alicia, Dylan, and Kristen went into the café giggling.
"Where are they Massie? I don't see them. I wanted to see their scared little faces!" Dylan giggled.
"I guess we over did it a bit and they ran back to whatever hick town they came from!" Massie replied in a fake southern accent.
They hovered over to their table laughing at Massie's joke. They had sat down simultaneously when the two girls came over.
"Look! The hick town has some class, it threw them out!" Massie said, bursting into more fits of laughter while the two girls bit back insults of their own.
"I don't think you even asked our names the other day when we met." Said the girl with the freckles and red face from the cement mask. "My name is Samantha. And this," she pointed to her friend, "is Bonnie."
"Oh, you see, the reason we didn't ask your names, is because we didn't care and we still don't care." Alicia said viciously. All of them laughed except Bonnie and Samantha, who rolled their eyes.
"Well enjoy your lunch. After all, this pudding," Bonnie dipped her finger in her pudding and brought it to her lips, "is sweet, but revenge is sweeter." Bonnie and Samantha laughed and strolled over to another table.
"Um, Massie, what do you think they meant by that?" asked Kristen nervously.
"I think they are all talk and no action."
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When the bell rang, which meant lunch was over, Massie, Dylan, Alicia, and Kristen all gathered up their stuff. A shrill shriek left Dylan's mouth.
"I am stuck to my chair!!!" Dylan screamed.
Massie looked over to address the situation and found that Dylan had been glued to her chair. She tried to stand up and found that she was also stuck to her chair.
"Those rats must have put glue all over the chairs!!!" Massie exclaimed. By that time, the café was almost entirely empty, and apparently no one had noticed their little outburst. "This time, we are going to socially destroy them!"
"Massie, what are we going to do? Class starts in six minutes!" asked Alicia anxiously.
She thought for a couple of seconds and said, "Girls, I have a plan. We are going to start a new fashion trend." They all looked around nervously.
After Massie explained what they needed to do, they sat and waited for the café to empty of people. When it was they waddled with their Prada bags hanging from their arms and chairs hanging from their butts. Alicia called the all clear after looking down the hallway and they ran towards the locker rooms. When they arrived, after wiggling out of their skirts they put on their gym shorts. They each helped each other cut the shorts and their regular shirts shorter. After two minutes of fixing their hair, they strutted to class. Just before reaching the door, the bell rang. When they entered all of the boys gaped and all of the girls looked in jealousy. All four girls looked like models, with their short shorts and super high heals making their legs appear longer and with their tan, flat stomachs. Their hair was billowing out behind them and their hands on their hips.
"But how?!?" asked Samantha stuttering, while Bonnie stared in utter shock and amazement.
"We always win. That reminds me, YOU ARE SO DEAD." Massie whispered in Samantha's ear as the walked to the back of the class. Samantha could only gulp.