Post by laurcat on Dec 13, 2012 23:20:45 GMT -5
Kita, Cherrie, and I stumbled along through the hallway with the other fifty-something dolls. Since there were less than fifty-five students, there are only a few dolls in each class. We had a twenty percent chance of walking into the right classroom if we followed someone.
After walking around for a little, we finally found Ms. Needleman's room. Her room was the furthest in the school, but it wasn't that far away due to the school's size. We were the last few to enter; there were eight other dolls already in their seats.
The last three desks were in the back- one at the end of the left row, which contained only five desks, and the other two were the fifth and sixth seats at the end of the row on the right.
Kita took the left one, Cherrie took the fifth one on the right, and I sat behind her. The classroom wasn't that big, so it wasn't insanely far back, and we were all grouped together, so our seats weren't half bad.
"'Mornin', girlies!" Ms. Needleman, dressed in a long, floral dress, bounced on in with a cheery expression. her short, curly brown hair bobbed as she danced to the chalkboard.
Kita, Cherrie, and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows, and I heard a loud snicker towards the front of the room.
"Welcome back to My American Girl High, my sweet frizzlecakes!"
The snickerer and a friend started to laugh, and I nearly did myself when I saw Kita's facial expression.
Ms. Needleman bounced up and grabbed a clipboard from her desk. She handed it to the girl in the front seat of the left row, who took it hesitantly. "Go ahead and fill out this dandy seating chart. First name and last, girlies."
The first girl wrote her name and passed it to the girl in front of the right row. The second girl handed it back behind her, and the third handed it back over to the second girl of the left row. Due to this odd pattern, I was the last to receive the clipboard.
Jena Jamison_____ Lydia Carson
Kara Coolidge_____ Karol Hansen
Misty Mason_____ Cori Windsor
Gail Gonzales_____ Macy Slavensky
Kita Russell_____ Cherrie Hanes
_______________ Allegra Highborn
After I signed my name, I walked to the front of the room and handed the seating chart to Ms. Needleman. The moment it touched her, she jumped, as if the clipboard had sent some electric shock through her fingers.
"All right, beauties!" She yelled, not realizing my vulnerable ears were just inches away. "Today in class, we're going to take some chill time to get to know each other's firsties!"
"What?" I mouthed.
When the whole class raised eyebrows and threw confused looks at each other, Ms. Needleman translated her lingo. "Sorry girlies, I meant learn each other's names. You know, first names? 'Firsties'?" She paused and beamed at all of our puzzled faces. ¡"Now get started, my dazzling cupcakes!"
I stood up and jokingly shook Kita's hand. "Hi, I'm a dazzling cupcake, but my firstie is Allegra."
"'m a sparkling brownie, but my firstie is Kita."
"I thought we were 'frizzlecakes'?" Cherrie remarked.
As the three of us laughed, my eye caught six others. Towards the front of the room, three girls all stood, staring at us. Knowing where they had been sitting and after seeing the seating chart, I now knew their names.
Lydia Carson- Number thirty-nine, caramel hair, blue eyes.
Karol Hansen- Number twenty-two. platinum blonde hair, blue eyes.
Kara Coolidge- Number twenty-seven. blonde hair, blue eyes.
These were the same girls that had been looking at Kita that morning. As I watched Kara's eyes flit over at her, I realized they were doing it again. I wasn't the only one who saw them. Jena Jamison, a stunning number twenty-three, had also seen them.
The first girl I met whom I didn't already know was Misty Mason. I believe I've overused the word 'beautiful', as everyone at the school was perfectly manufactured, but I could use it one last time to describe Misty's eyes. The two blue ovals stood out against her dark hair and medium-toned skin, and lit up when she smiled. Misty was a sweet, pleasant girl.
"Your eyes are so pretty!" Cherrie voiced my thoughts.
"Thank you!" Misty beamed.
Another girl, Cori Windsor, walked daintily up behind Misty and introduced herself s she ran her fingers through her long, auburn hair. Cori was a number seventeen- an old, but beautiful doll. After talking with a captivating Misty and charming Cori, Macy Slavensky greeted us. Macy was a number thirty-two.
"Those two are inseparable, Misty and Cori." She told us once the other two had returned to their seats to look at something in Misty's backpack. "They're best friends."
To my surprise, Macy turned to look at the group of girls at the front of the room, sighed, and told us apologetically, "Sorry, I have to go say 'hi¡' to them."
Kita, Cherrie, and I looked at each other as she walked away and donned a fake smile for Kara, Karol, and Lydia.
"She has to?" Kita wondered, raising her eyebrows.
"Strange." Cherrie added.
I was watching the number twenty-three, who had stood up. She began to walk toward us.
"Hi," she said the very moment her toes planted on the carpet in front of me. "I'm Jena. So you guys are the new dolls?"
"Yeah!" Cherrie smiled.
I seemed to be the only one who had noticed Jena glance back at the group of girls at the front of the room, and took this opportunity to ask a question. "So who are they? I mean, I saw their names on the seating chart, but they seem a bit..." I couldn't find the right word.
"Shady? Not likable? Inclusive?" Jena interjected, giving a sarcastic smile. "They're all of those."
"I didn't see who was who. What are their names?" Cherrie's eyes lit up with curiousity.
"That," Jena pointed at the caramel-haired girl who, at the moment, seemed to be whispering some juicy secret, "is Lydia. The one with the light brown sort of hair. She has a hobby of pointing out people doing awkward things and making mistakes so she can whisper about them to her friends. Basically, you can¡¯t look stupid in front of her. Her giggles kill."
We laughed, and I saw Karol's pale blue eyes flicker over at us.
"The one with the really light blonde hair is Karol. She only uses 'top-notch' beauty products, and if I had a nickel for every time she flipped her hair around, I'd own American Girl¡And a yacht or two."
Our giggles again attracted attention from the group of girls, but this time all three glanced at us. I couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated, but not much. I guess I wasn't easily scared of other people. The third girl- the number twenty-seven- gave her long hair one toss and smiled smugly at her chatting friends.
"The last one's Kara. She thinks she's among the most beautiful of all M.A.G.s, which, of course, is untrue. We were all crafted equally."
Kita reached up to her face and absentmindedly smoothed her hands against her cheeks. I knew she was thinking of how her so-called 'better' and newer face had replaced Ayako.
"She's a sort of a 'queen bee', yet not as cliché. She doesn't boss her friends around like she came straight out of Mean Girls, but if you look close enough you can see that she does a little bit. She likes having things handed to her." Jena rolled her eyes. "She acts flirty towards a guy long enough to make him like her and go out with her, but she's less pleasant to other girls."
Kita made a face. "Ugh. How charming."
Cherrie frowned and said softly, "She can't have gotten very far in life."
"Oh, but she has. Lots of girls are afraid of her and her friends, and some girls try to impress her." Jena shook her head. "But that's sad, because she's not even worth it."
Then, what happened next scared me. Kara Coolidge turned to look at us, shot us the very same smug smile, and called Jena's name.
"Jena! Hey, come here!" She twirled a piece of hair on her fingers and said something to her friends. They giggled obnoxiously.
When Jena rolled her eyes and started to move away, Kita grabbed her arm. I could see the fire in Kara Coolidge's eyes when she did so. "Wait, you're going to talk to them? Don't you hate them?"
Jena glanced from the group of giggly blondes to us. "I'll explain that later."
As we watched her go, Cherrie asked if everyone faked friendship with these girls. None of us knew the answer, but we awaited the moment when we got one.
After walking around for a little, we finally found Ms. Needleman's room. Her room was the furthest in the school, but it wasn't that far away due to the school's size. We were the last few to enter; there were eight other dolls already in their seats.
The last three desks were in the back- one at the end of the left row, which contained only five desks, and the other two were the fifth and sixth seats at the end of the row on the right.
Kita took the left one, Cherrie took the fifth one on the right, and I sat behind her. The classroom wasn't that big, so it wasn't insanely far back, and we were all grouped together, so our seats weren't half bad.
"'Mornin', girlies!" Ms. Needleman, dressed in a long, floral dress, bounced on in with a cheery expression. her short, curly brown hair bobbed as she danced to the chalkboard.
Kita, Cherrie, and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows, and I heard a loud snicker towards the front of the room.
"Welcome back to My American Girl High, my sweet frizzlecakes!"
The snickerer and a friend started to laugh, and I nearly did myself when I saw Kita's facial expression.
Ms. Needleman bounced up and grabbed a clipboard from her desk. She handed it to the girl in the front seat of the left row, who took it hesitantly. "Go ahead and fill out this dandy seating chart. First name and last, girlies."
The first girl wrote her name and passed it to the girl in front of the right row. The second girl handed it back behind her, and the third handed it back over to the second girl of the left row. Due to this odd pattern, I was the last to receive the clipboard.
Jena Jamison_____ Lydia Carson
Kara Coolidge_____ Karol Hansen
Misty Mason_____ Cori Windsor
Gail Gonzales_____ Macy Slavensky
Kita Russell_____ Cherrie Hanes
_______________ Allegra Highborn
After I signed my name, I walked to the front of the room and handed the seating chart to Ms. Needleman. The moment it touched her, she jumped, as if the clipboard had sent some electric shock through her fingers.
"All right, beauties!" She yelled, not realizing my vulnerable ears were just inches away. "Today in class, we're going to take some chill time to get to know each other's firsties!"
"What?" I mouthed.
When the whole class raised eyebrows and threw confused looks at each other, Ms. Needleman translated her lingo. "Sorry girlies, I meant learn each other's names. You know, first names? 'Firsties'?" She paused and beamed at all of our puzzled faces. ¡"Now get started, my dazzling cupcakes!"
I stood up and jokingly shook Kita's hand. "Hi, I'm a dazzling cupcake, but my firstie is Allegra."
"'m a sparkling brownie, but my firstie is Kita."
"I thought we were 'frizzlecakes'?" Cherrie remarked.
As the three of us laughed, my eye caught six others. Towards the front of the room, three girls all stood, staring at us. Knowing where they had been sitting and after seeing the seating chart, I now knew their names.
Lydia Carson- Number thirty-nine, caramel hair, blue eyes.
Karol Hansen- Number twenty-two. platinum blonde hair, blue eyes.
Kara Coolidge- Number twenty-seven. blonde hair, blue eyes.
These were the same girls that had been looking at Kita that morning. As I watched Kara's eyes flit over at her, I realized they were doing it again. I wasn't the only one who saw them. Jena Jamison, a stunning number twenty-three, had also seen them.
The first girl I met whom I didn't already know was Misty Mason. I believe I've overused the word 'beautiful', as everyone at the school was perfectly manufactured, but I could use it one last time to describe Misty's eyes. The two blue ovals stood out against her dark hair and medium-toned skin, and lit up when she smiled. Misty was a sweet, pleasant girl.
"Your eyes are so pretty!" Cherrie voiced my thoughts.
"Thank you!" Misty beamed.
Another girl, Cori Windsor, walked daintily up behind Misty and introduced herself s she ran her fingers through her long, auburn hair. Cori was a number seventeen- an old, but beautiful doll. After talking with a captivating Misty and charming Cori, Macy Slavensky greeted us. Macy was a number thirty-two.
"Those two are inseparable, Misty and Cori." She told us once the other two had returned to their seats to look at something in Misty's backpack. "They're best friends."
To my surprise, Macy turned to look at the group of girls at the front of the room, sighed, and told us apologetically, "Sorry, I have to go say 'hi¡' to them."
Kita, Cherrie, and I looked at each other as she walked away and donned a fake smile for Kara, Karol, and Lydia.
"She has to?" Kita wondered, raising her eyebrows.
"Strange." Cherrie added.
I was watching the number twenty-three, who had stood up. She began to walk toward us.
"Hi," she said the very moment her toes planted on the carpet in front of me. "I'm Jena. So you guys are the new dolls?"
"Yeah!" Cherrie smiled.
I seemed to be the only one who had noticed Jena glance back at the group of girls at the front of the room, and took this opportunity to ask a question. "So who are they? I mean, I saw their names on the seating chart, but they seem a bit..." I couldn't find the right word.
"Shady? Not likable? Inclusive?" Jena interjected, giving a sarcastic smile. "They're all of those."
"I didn't see who was who. What are their names?" Cherrie's eyes lit up with curiousity.
"That," Jena pointed at the caramel-haired girl who, at the moment, seemed to be whispering some juicy secret, "is Lydia. The one with the light brown sort of hair. She has a hobby of pointing out people doing awkward things and making mistakes so she can whisper about them to her friends. Basically, you can¡¯t look stupid in front of her. Her giggles kill."
We laughed, and I saw Karol's pale blue eyes flicker over at us.
"The one with the really light blonde hair is Karol. She only uses 'top-notch' beauty products, and if I had a nickel for every time she flipped her hair around, I'd own American Girl¡And a yacht or two."
Our giggles again attracted attention from the group of girls, but this time all three glanced at us. I couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated, but not much. I guess I wasn't easily scared of other people. The third girl- the number twenty-seven- gave her long hair one toss and smiled smugly at her chatting friends.
"The last one's Kara. She thinks she's among the most beautiful of all M.A.G.s, which, of course, is untrue. We were all crafted equally."
Kita reached up to her face and absentmindedly smoothed her hands against her cheeks. I knew she was thinking of how her so-called 'better' and newer face had replaced Ayako.
"She's a sort of a 'queen bee', yet not as cliché. She doesn't boss her friends around like she came straight out of Mean Girls, but if you look close enough you can see that she does a little bit. She likes having things handed to her." Jena rolled her eyes. "She acts flirty towards a guy long enough to make him like her and go out with her, but she's less pleasant to other girls."
Kita made a face. "Ugh. How charming."
Cherrie frowned and said softly, "She can't have gotten very far in life."
"Oh, but she has. Lots of girls are afraid of her and her friends, and some girls try to impress her." Jena shook her head. "But that's sad, because she's not even worth it."
Then, what happened next scared me. Kara Coolidge turned to look at us, shot us the very same smug smile, and called Jena's name.
"Jena! Hey, come here!" She twirled a piece of hair on her fingers and said something to her friends. They giggled obnoxiously.
When Jena rolled her eyes and started to move away, Kita grabbed her arm. I could see the fire in Kara Coolidge's eyes when she did so. "Wait, you're going to talk to them? Don't you hate them?"
Jena glanced from the group of giggly blondes to us. "I'll explain that later."
As we watched her go, Cherrie asked if everyone faked friendship with these girls. None of us knew the answer, but we awaited the moment when we got one.
