"I hate PTA meetings!" said Belle, grit her teeth. She pulls her car up to the school, parks in a red zone, eating donut holes from a box.
Turning off the engine without getting out of the car. "This is bullshit!"
She turns to Arman and Mia. "This bitch made me do this. And this bitch, Chris, is the reason I hate to be in here".
"Good morning". Ethan James knocks on the window car, Belle jolt rolls down the window. "Good morning everyone. Ms. Belle, Arman, Mia. What a weekend I think".
She growled, "A disaster weekend, yes thank you, Mr. James for trying to amuse me this morning".
"Ha ha. I can see you even brought a donut hole which I believe Caramel number five on the list. Less sweet children will love it but will she allow that inside? I mean today is the bake sale".
Belle's mouth was hanging open, she spoke. "Is this a joke?"
"No. Didn't she tell you? The PTA meeting and the bake sale is today. Before you get inside, here the 'A' list of the toxic ingredients that are absolutely banned from the bake sale.
"No BPA, no MSG, no BHA, no BHT. Plus no soy, no sesame, and, of course, no nuts or eggs or milk or butter or salt or sugar or wheat. She told me "but why don't you".
Belle bites her lips, "Because she is a bitch!" She scream, hit the steering wheel in anger. "F* this bitch!" He laughed.
"No worries, I will help you. I baked it myself today but I don't know how it tastes. It's crazy because we cannot use one of these ingredients in our baking recipes. She is the disaster".
He smiled, "Well the parking is free to fill". Mia gets out of the car, she hands him a sandwich she made. "Thank you, Mia".
"I made them myself. Meatloaf, extra grilled cheese, vegetables and mayo. Actually it's my favorite combination for breakfast. I don't know if you like it or not".
He nodded and smiled again, "Of course I will enjoy this sandwich you made special for me. I will not waste it. How about the donut holes, Ms. Belle?"
"Five cents each. I give it free since these precious donut holes were banned for the bake sale. I'm f*cking killed that bitch!"
He laughed again. "Well, I think you three should get inside. There was a table that should have filled that spot. Table ten beside, Madam Debourgh I'll be there with my muffin. Can I have those donut holes?"
"Sure". Belle handed him the box, he ate it with a smile. "Thank you for trying to save our ass. I don't think I need to be safe, well I could handle that bitch all myself".
"Good. In that case just come to table ten if you need anything".
The bake sale is going on in the main lobby of the school. Anxious moms stand behind decorated tables selling their very elaborate home-made confections.
Hand-dipped pastries, origami brittle, personal souffles.
Belle and the twins standing at the frame door, watching. "I think we should follow what the gardener said". said Arman. "I mean look at all this mom, it's chaotic!"
"Alright! Alright. We should find table number ten. I hope he will be there before us".
Belle drags Arman and Mia toward table number ten. The table is empty; they sit empty-handed. Second later, Ethan James carried boxes filled with muffins he made at home. He smiled at them.
"Alright. Just help me out decorate the table, we cannot let Chris see this before she comes to our table".
Belle looks over to see Christiana Larkin and her crew approaching, carrying dazzling ornate homemade pastries.
She stops, her smile thinly. "Umm, since when have you both been together?" Ethan James turns to her in a smile.
"Well, Mrs. Larkin me and Ms. Belle are sharing the recipe on how to make a muffin which does not include the toxic ingredients that you banned us from using. Take one. Try it".
Ethan James gives the muffin to her. "How does it taste?" he asked.
Chris couldn't express the taste. The muffin tasted different but good. "Say it, Chris!" Belle shouted at her. "Say it. Is it good or not!"
"Well, Belle it tastes blander and not good".
Ethan James just smiled, Belle pushed the chair and marched toward her.
"Should I sit on your face now, Chris ever do you think to appreciate someone who made this muffin!"
Belle reaches for the muffin and takes a bite. Her eyes wide, the most delicious muffin she ever tasted, something she was familiar with.
"F* you, Chris! This is the most amazing muffin I've ever tasted".
"Really?" The crew, grab the muffin and eat it. "Oh my God you were right, Belle this is delicious, are you sure you did follow what we banned for the ingredients on bake sale".
Belle nodded her head. "Well, this is amazing".
Chris' face looked annoyed as she turned to the crew, they sealed their lips. "Anyway. Still not for my tongue".
"Look, Chris, who cares what kind of food people bring as long as it raises money for the school?"
Chris and her friends recoil as if slapped. Chris inhales, her fake smile tighter than ever.
"I care what food people bring, Belle, because this school has extremely high standards".
"For you. Not other moms in here who had to follow your f*cking rules. This is bullshit, Chris!"
Belle stands toe-to-toe with Chris. "I should call the security and bring my mental patient in here and rip your heart out! Don't you dare f*cking messed up with me, Chris let us be happy for the children and not for you.
"I don't care who you are, Chris I break your neck right here, right now".
Then Chris gets right up in Belle's face, insane. "You just crossed the red line woman and now I'm gonna have to get crazy on that ass".
"We'll see about that. Just one thing. Be a good bitch".
They know if they fight, Belle, their life will end today. How powerful Belle was compared to Chris. Chris had nothing.
Chris spins and storms off, smashing into a mom carrying a fragile gingerbread house as she goes!
The mom, and the gingerbread house, go flying!
"OUT OF MY WAY, BITCH!"
Ethan James scratches the back of his head. Belle sighs at him. "You're the man, Ethan, why don't you punch her face as she mocked your homemade muffin!" He chuckles.
"I . You are a doctor so you know men are stronger than women. If I punched her face I can't imagine if she had to eat at the back of her head. Besides, it's just a muffin. There's no reason I need to beat a woman like Chris".
Belle rolls her eyes up, she looks down at Arman and Mia. She sighs. "Well, what should we do now with all this muffin you made".
"We take it!" Ethan James, Belle, Arman and Mia look at the moms. They smile, "We saw that you fought with Chris. I think what you said about her was true. None of us can follow her sickness rules for school reputation. She is a horrible bitch".
Belle nodded with a smile, handing them the box. "We help you sell this muffin, Mr. James". He smiled.
"Thank you".
Later, all the moms went to the Gymnasium. Hundreds of moms sit on folding chairs in the gymnasium as Chris takes the podium, wearing a headset mic.
Belle looks annoyed, loathes at Chris.
"Hi guys. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Christiana Larkin. I'm president of the PTA, I run my own lifestyle blog, Supermoms Dotcom, and, most importantly, I am the proud mommy of two amazing sons and daughters, Keyla and Kai''.
They forcefully clap on Chris's speech. One of the moms whispers to Belle while they sit at the back of the room.
"She knew what her daughter was doing to our kids". Belle turns to her mom's name, Elijah Mistletoe. "And she is proud".
"What happened?" ask Belle.
"Spoiled, bitch and the worst of all our kids must have listened to Keyla in school. Who the f*cked is she, God?"
Belle couldn't express the word, Elijah spoke back. "Chris will punish our kids if they disobey her daughter's order".
"Why didn't you guys vote her out of her position as President of the PTA if she used that power at the wrong place? We should teach this bitch about manners".
Elijah sighs hard, "We did. You know by her power, she manipulates everything including the facts. She will go live saying the neighborhood is against her. She even fakes her crying for sympathy".
"That bitch!" Belle feels someone lean on her left arm. She turned. "Urmm, who are you?"
The other mom smiled, "You must be Arman and Mia mom. My kids told me about your twins, they adore them. I'm Melinda Tucker. Nice to meet you here".
"Belle, nice to meet you too here. So do you agree with what we just said about, Chris?"
Nodded head, "Of course I do. Once this bitch comes to my house, she sudden play f*cking FBI and making a mess in my house. I don't know what she's been looking for".
"She came to your house too?" ask the other mom who sits behind them. "She came to my house too. F*cking what's wrong with her".
Belle shakes her head unbelievably, if Chris is trying to play FBI in her apartment, she makes sure Chris won't get out of her apartment alive.
"I'm practically watching her". said Melinda. "She didn't know that her husband was cheating behind her with the show girl. She slept with him. He'd f*cked her!"
Most of the moms now pay attention to Melinda who hears, not to Chris. Eyes to Chris but ears to Melinda.
"They two met secretly without Chris knowing about it. I mean who's gonna consider Chris as a good mother to him. She's the devil itself!"
All the moms who hear Melinda nod agree without a word. "Look how she treats you and your twins".
"I got brilliant ideas if you guys want to join me and take our revenge on Chris".
"We are listening".
Belle breath, said. "Why not tonight we exposed her about the husband. That will so cool if you guys had a videotape about him and the showgirl had s*x. We put on speaker, and big screen letting our neighborhood know that Chris is f*cked up!"
"You slay girl! I mean I hear that too, of course they will filming themselves how passionate their s*x was for fun. What good ideas, Belle".
Belle smirks, the moms love the ideas. "Tonight, Christiana Larkin is dead meat! I'll bring my girlfriend".
"That's a good idea too".
Night has come. Joining Belle, Melinda, Elijah, Natasha, Rosie and Virginia. The earlier when Belle comes up with the idea how to get revenge on Christiana Larkin.
They went into a hotel without being triggered by the owner of the motel or other guests.
Natasha was the only one who was holding the camera, Belle preparing the brilliant plans.
"Are you sure he's in here with the show girl?" ask Belle. "Which room?"
Natasha popping the gum, making a sound. "I track his cell phone. So, my buddies, the CID detective, told me he is always with room number four on the second floor".
"What an unlucky number". said Elijah. "What's your next plan, Belle?"
Belle looked around the place, "One of us must distract the owner of the motel and the guests to make sure they don't come inside out instead".
Melinda, Elijah, Rosie and Virginia volunteer to do that distraction. Belle and Natasha will come up and record their doing.
"Okay. Let's go!"
They went separate ways, Natasha and Belle arrived at the second floor as they heard moaning voices from the show girl.
The sweet couple really having a rough s*x which they imagine sounds like a bear fighting over the fish for its hunger.
Natasha walks in front of Belle right behind her. She pushes the recording button and begins to capture all the movement from the inside of room number four.
The window wasn't locked. And the second floor was occupied by just them. She whispers.
"If Virginia still in love with our principal, Mr. Jackson and they had a s*x it will sound like this. Definitely".
Belle almost burst to laughter, she held on. Natasha spoke again, "This is the weirdest thing I ever seen".
"Was that bad?" ask Belle. Natasha nod yes. "Don't say it".
"I won't".
It took several minutes for the recording. Then all the women run back towards the car with evidence of Natasha's capture.
Silent scream for their successful mission. "I can't wait to see that bitch face if she sees this tape. Say goodbye bitch!"
"When will we show this tape to the world?" ask Elijah. "How about tomorrow? We show them".
Natasha shakes no, "No, we are doing it tonight. This tape is safe with me, with the editing, the color, the brightness and the sharpening the video will look amazing tomorrow.
"After I finish the editing, I send this video on your cellphone. If you are satisfied... I push the button and Christiana Larkin is no longer president of the PTA".
They sigh with relief, finally that will no be sick rules by Christiana Larkin to follow next time.
"Who will replace the position after, Chris?" ask Elijah again. "Who will be the next President of the PTA?"
"We ask the moms to vote again, randomly. Find someone who is liable for this position. Not someone like Chris".
They nodded, leaving the motel and went to the diner to fill their empty tummy.