DIANA VACKER:

Six period class ended early due to a family of roaches infesting Mr. Nase’s classroom. I wonder how that got there, could it have been pay back for giving a certain student detention yesterday?

Since class ended early, I headed towards my locker to touch up my makeup before heading to the library.

I walked in dragging my backpack along he carpeted floor. As I’m about to sit down, I glance over to my right and a wave of déjà rolled over me.

There, practically buried under a five foot stack of math and science— or whatever— books is Eloise. Great, I’m starting to regret the whole cockroach thing.

I scan the room quickly in a desperate search for a seat any but next to Eloise. All the other seats are taken, except the one right next to her. Sometimes, I really hate karma.

Well, there’s no where else to go unless I skip school—and there’s no point in that, I’d get caught. Again.

Before I can stop it, I walk over and plop down in the seat next to Eloise.

ELOISE LONGER:

I’d just finished reading a mystery novel, but the ending was very anticlimactic, so I returned it to library and instead checked out these really fascinating alchemy and chemistry books when very suddenly, Diana occupies the seat next to me. Why? Was this punishment for getting a 98% on my ELA test yesterday?!

Me and Diana haven’t talked since the third grade.

I didn’t want to say anything, but the awkward silence got to me—silence like this is a pet peeve of mine for whatever reason— I cleared my throat and before I knew what I was doing, I let out a simple: “Hello.”

It felt like the entire library had gone silent, but a few seconds later—felt like an eternity— she replied: “I want to sit near you, but I don’t have a choice, so don’t think where friends now or anything.”

Ugh. Why does she always do this?

DIANA VACKER:

I’d just put that little geek, Eloise in her place when she slammed the nerdy book she was reading down onto the table with a big THUD!!!

“Watch your mouth, it’s not like I want to be near you either, Overrated Princess.”

I roll my eyes, I don’t want to take her bait but that was the worst comeback in the history of comebacks.

“Overrated Princess?” I snort, “That’s the best you can do?” I flip my shoulder length blonde hair behind my shoulder.

“I’d say you should get out more, but you don’t any friends. M’est be lonely.”

I mean it in a sorta mean way— if I say something too outline I’ll get another months worth of detention— but there was some truth to that, it must be lonely, and sad, not that I care.

I’m about to walk away when Eloise whispers something under her breath.

ELOISE LONGER:

“What was that?” Diana asked me in a more than harsh voice.

I speak a little louder this time, not wanting a one else to hear this but aanting Diana to. “At least I don’t have fake friends who use me while I stay oblivious to the fact that I’m only popular cause I’m fake friends with them. Also, I don’t pretend to use ‘The Nerds’ then kick them to the curb.”

I have to admit, not much of a comback, but every single was true. I just hope Diana realizes that.

DIANA VACKER:

Hmph. I don’t necessarily like Eloise, but she had some thruth to that, but not about the fake-friend-popular-thing. Right?

I stand up ready to walk out. But before I do I nibble a few words to Eloise

“I’m sorry.” Then, I walk out of there with whatever pride I have left. Eloise looks star-strucked.

ELOISE LONGER:

“Me too.” I say before I hit the alchemy books agin. Me too.