Hello, I have to say I'm sorry for any fact or grammar or whatever mistakes you find here. I'm not a native, I've never been to any English-speaking country, so blame it on this)) This is pretty childish I know

Knocking at the door of Carla's house, Helga said to herself "OK girl, you started this. Now be good and don't panic".

She looked at the sky, again filled by heavy clouds, shook her head to get rid of all sad thoughts and clenched her fists. The door opened. She was greeted by Carla, whose tiny grin told Helga she was right i about the reason why she was invited. Carla looked lovely with her long chocolate curls framing her pretty face with rose cheeks and little perfect lips. Helga always thought though that Carla is a little too lovely. A little too much. Helga sometimes comforted herself with the thought that none of those girls whom Arnold always chose could become a model. This was Helga's guilty pleasure - even though she hated modeling so much when she was a kid, she now found her experience pretty useful, as it helped her to divide really high fashion faces and things from a "little town princess" thing. Carla was lovely, she had enough long lashes and curls to charm a guy like Arnold, but nothing more. Carla was lacking in zest, just like redneck Lila, or low-minded Trina, or self-occupied Rhonda, or any other. Still they were calling the shots, and Helga still was oblivious to her own originality.

Black haired blonde entered the big living room, full of loud noise, which was supposed to be called music, and instantly sank in a patchy crowd. There were girls from her class, and some unknown ladies, wearing posh, but unremarkable hung around, doing absolutely nothing, just watching those birdies gossiping in a very disgusting manner, and it took about two hours. When she got totally sick of all this girly chat and was about to sneak away from the house without saying goodbye, Carla changed her plans.

- And what do you think, Helga?- asked she, and Helga suddenly noticed that she and Lila were sitting on the couch just next to her.
-what do I think about that?
- Lila just said my new shoes were lovely. What do you think?
Helga mentally told herself to remember about her new polite and nice self.
- Well, I guess they are.
She noticed then that all girls had got a little drunk, and it helped them to overcome the decorum and fear and talk to her.
- Oh, Helga, this is nice. Although I suppose you would never buy such shoes yourself, Helga. I see that you're not fond of such things. I wonder why.
-Well, I...- tried to reply Helga, but immediately found out that Carla didn't need any answer. - Yeah, this is kinda strange. It's not that I care, but every time I look at you, I wonder, if there's any big trouble in your life, like, um, your boyfriend dropped you or you got raped, or...Helga, sweetie, I just want to see you happy!-Carla tried to smile. Every girl in the room now looked at them.
- Well, um..., Lila suddenly broke into conversation -I'm ever so sorry if this is unpleasant for you, but I really had a thought about you Helga. I remember once you asked me to help you change. And I did, and I was ever so happy to see you like that. I can help you to be more...um..feminine and soft, and well dressed, so maybe..mm...someone would like you like you

Same old song, -thought Helga.

- Yes, Helga! Why don't you have a boyfriend?
- You really need to do something with your clothing style, this jeans and shirts are just lame - Oh yes, I think you need something like my short pink dress with crystals, it looks so damn sexy and stylish, can't believe you can prefer your clothes to those stunning things - But the thing is, even if we want it, we can't share it with her because she won't accept it. Look at the way she looks at us? Helga, what's up? Anytime I go past you you look like you wanna puke. You're listening to your lame music all the time, and every time someone invites you to the disco you just say you'd better sit at home and read a book. Gimme a boook and some snotty music and liiive me alooone!

Last sentence said by Carla revealed at last the initiate goal of the party. Carla stopped even trying to look nice. Now she tried her best to hurt this strange person, who scared her so much because of being so unclear.

- What do you think about yourself, Helga? You think you're so sophisticated and freakin' unique?
"No" - whispered Helga very quietly, totally heartbroken Carla didn't hear anything. She was too busy.

-Like you're this brainy and so much better than we are. Girls, you know what?- Carla gave them a mean smile- She thinks that if she's brainy and reads many stupid books and listens to oh so rare music she's cooler than us! Right Helga?This nerd thinks she's cool! Can you believe this? What a freak! Helga, baby, look at yourself and then look at us. See? We're the right ones,and we're the beautiful ones, and there's nothing left for ones of your kind. You're just pathetic. Arnold told me you wrote poems. I bet it was like you wrote them and you thought how cool you were and that everyone gotta love and worship you for your stupid rhymes? Now you got it, we're doing things right here, and you can possibly try to become a janitor since you are not even going to enter the university. Got it, honey? Eat it, live with it, and I know someday you'll come to me begging to help you be more like me!
Carla victoriously looked at Helga, eyes sparkling with bitchy fire. She was clearly enjoying herself. But she was wrong thinking that the conversation is other and her rival is defeated. "Be like you?"-thought Helga - "Well, once I tried. Once I did everything to become like you. Even this morning. Not in Hell, ever so nice Helga"

- Well, if being a janitor means never seeing your vain face anymore, I'll take it with honor, you plastic doll! You can think whatever you want about yourself or about me in your little soft head, just don't share it with other world - you know, someone cold once get a headache. Just like me. I'm quitting.

Helga knew all along that arguing with these girls, especially Carla had no point. They were to selfish to hear her. So she just left them to gossip about her and make fun of her, knowing that she could never stop it. But a huge grin on Helga's face showed, that she was actually grateful to the girls for being so dull. "What an idiots!" thought she, laughing aloud. No matter how they would try to hurt her tomorrow, Helga now had no need to be nice and obviously no need to restrain herself. This day she was finally happy about being weird, mean, shy, cold, crazy, unhappy, euphoric, passionate self. And this time she didn't need to be somebody else.