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the box and was shocked to find it was for her. She hadn't ordered anything lately. Well, she had, but she canceled it after finding out that particular company loved to scam people. Gisele wasn't the smartest girl in school, but she wasn't dumb either. She just chose not to use what smarts she had in school. That was Gretel's job. Gretel did their homework because they paid her and promised eventual popularity. Stella was a cheat, she had said she wouldn't actually take part, but Nylandra kept her promises and said she'd help Gretel be popular. Nylandra was a good person, she just tended to let peer pressure take over. Gisele opened th package using a butcher knife.

She set the knife down and opened the box. Foam popcorn so far. Which was useless because it was a big box. She dug deeper, and pulled out a MAC cosmetic kit. She found a note that said; "Honey, we want you to try these products. You don't have to; it's just an experiment to see if we should start selling makeup. Love Mom and Daddy."As she walked into her room with her arms full, she managed to switch on the radio.

The Pierces "You'll Be Mine" was beginning to play. She remembered the music video and the dance. It was Greek-themed, and it was a beautiful setting. She could feel the power of the song embracing her entire body. She turned on her computer quickly and played the song. Then she turned on her iPod and played it as well.She put on her old dancing shoes and headband from when she'd dressed as Aphrodite one year. She felt the blood rush through her veins as she began to dance, avoiding the bags and box and her furniture. There weren't any rules in her house. Not for her.

She'd never been in trouble with her parents. Her thoughts sailed to Bryan. His longish blonde curly hair, his deep blue eyes....He was irresistable.Gisele had perfected her kiss to a tee. She had also perfected her already good looks to the point of bombshell. She had helped Stella and Nylandra do the same in middle school. They learned how to pluck, shave, dress, apply makeup, wear high heels, what boys to crush on, what clothes and accessories to wear, and be convincing and cool. Now Gisele had the top spot in popularity, Nylandra and Stella coming second and third. Gisele strolled around school like she owned it, which she did. Even teachers secretly bowed to her and the younger teachers crushed on her. She'd screwed half the male seniors. But being a sophomore has its limits.

 

She'd nearly gotten an eighteen year old in legal trouble.She bragged about him, some conservative bee overheard, and blabbed to the principal, who gave Gisele a warning about having sex in school, even though she did it in an abandoned alley. She didn't have a problem with gay people, which earned more popularity points because they adored her for that. If you think about it, the more people you accept the more popular you are. But with Stella planning a major uproar, things could go wrong. Gisele had to make a plan better than "Operation Ruin Stella". She needed something foolproof. Totally foolproof. She remembered that pregnant girls sometimes got mocked. Except for that one bitch that teased Gisele her freshman year. She was a complete popularity icon. Rachel probably was in N.Y.U studying fashion and beauty now. Bryan had dated her for a few months. He was probably even the kid's father. If he was, he'd be responsible about it. He'd meet the kid's foster parents and keep tabs on it.

Whatever. Why did she care anyway? Because she was in love with him, she was Gisele Delacroix, the hippest, hottest girl in the school, maybe even the world. And she would win.

Whatever Stupid Plan She Comes Up With Is Sure To Fail

"Well, duh," Nylandra said, sipping her mocha. "She's nothing but a fake wannabe. She and that birch Victoria. Vick is nothing but a stupid blondhead wearing skank-clothes. Worse yet, Beaver clothes."

Gisele shivered as she thought about the awful teacher. She was so disrespectful that she should have been fired years ago. But she had stupid tenure, and so she was staying until she was kicked out for too much disrespect.

 

But back to business. Stella had kissed Bryan, possibly had sex with him, and she had to go. Stella knew this. She watched Gisele and Nylandra. She glanced over at Bryan, who was with that new girl from...Was it California? The Golden Coast of Sex Gods?

 

Anyways, time to rip up the most vile, conniving creature in the world. My ex-best friend, Stella Goodworthy. Goodworthy indeed, Gisele thought. She knew Stella's weakest spot was Brian. And basketball. Stella was into sports like the rest of the populars, she just chose basketball over cheerleading. That was lame in Gisele's mind. But then again, Gisele was quite possibly crueler than the cruelest elementary school bully. No, scratch that, an adult bully, who are worse. And everyone knew it.

 

 

Tracy looked through the blouses, unable to find one that screamed both California and New York. But suddenly, she saw it. A purple skirt with ruffles. Perfect.

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Publication Date: 10-28-2012

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Dedication:
To all those who have been infautated with a specific person, including myself.