After we finished our fangirling, and became bored of it, we started to talk. When I brought up school, Catherine frowned. "I hate Samantha so much. I mean, what did we ever do to her?" I rolled my eyes. Samantha Shaye was the girl Catherine was talking about. She, like Catherine, was in Dawn's class. She was Dawn's worst enemy. Sure, she seemed like a nice, polite, young girl to most people, but deep down she was arrogant, brash, and jealous. She used to be the smartest girl in the school, until Dawn and I moved to the school. Dawn wasn't such a bright student younger, but as she grew older, she went from stupid to Albert Einstein. Because of this, Samantha became really jealous. "What did that rat do this time?" I asked Catherine. She looked like she was about to punch someone. I backed away from her. "SHE SPREAD A RUMOR THAT I WAS DATING THE UGLIEST BOY ALIVE! You know Alexander in our class, right? the one who picks his nose and eats it? Well, Samantha said that I kissed him!" She yelled angrily.
I nodded in sympathy. "Its ok, just make another rumor about saying that she is secretly a guy, or that she kissed her best friend's brother," Catherine laughed at the first idea. "Maybe I'll do that. I would love to see her face when that rumor goes around. Then she literally poured the chemical for dissecting a frog all over Dawn and I!" Luckily, your sister was prepared for that event, and I wore her spare dress. She wore the other one she had," she frowned. "Oh and she also said that Dawn is a show-off and know it all just because she got a better grade than Samantha. Just 4 points. And Samantha got 100%! The teacher just called Dawn out for getting a good grade," Catherine said, punching her pillow. "I swear, she needs to go jumps off a cliff and die," I said, rolling my eyes. "Then she has the nerve to show off her new shoes. Like, I get it. Your rich, pretty, and better than everyone else. I am ugly, poor, and so the worst creature. But don't freaking show off your shoes! I never liked them, you look like a fake idiot, so quit it," Catherine huffed. I could tell she was about to say something bad, but she held it in. "Why is she annoyingly obnoxious? She is such a sham!" I said. "Showing off your vocabulary, are you?" Catherine said, raising an eyebrow. "Well, it proves I am smarter than you," I said, smirking. "Oh lord, what has your sister taught you?" she said, rolling her eyes. "Nothing," I said, grinning. "But seriously, I just hate her so much! I wish she would get out of our lives," I said, feeling just as angry as Catherine when she was telling me about Samantha.
"Who are you gossiping about?" Catherine's mom yelled. Catherine and I exchanged looks. Catherine innocently said "No," and I giggled. She sounded so funny and sill like that, like a little girl. "You sure? I heard a few "I hate her" and "She is so stupid" and "She needs to got fall off a cliff and die". I just wanted to make sure that you two weren't saying anything rude," Catherine's mom yelled from the kitchen. They seemed so casual, unlike most people. "Yep, I'm 100% sure, mom," Catherine said. "Ok, but be careful. I don't want to hear anything rude," Catherine's mom said. "Ok, I won't," Catherine said. We looked at each other silently for a second. Then I broke the silence by saying "Want to dress up?" Catherine grinned and said "You know it!" I ran for her dresser and started to look through it, waiting to see what was inside.