A/N: I've had this story in mind for awhile and I just couldn't resist typing it up. Unlike Tennis Class, where I had absolutely no idea where I was going, I know exactly what I'm going to do with this story. So please read and review!
My sister once told me that if someone were to describe my personality in one word, it would be "superficial."
I admit, I'm not the world's deepest person. I follow fashion fads, I'm vain, I judge people on how they look, and I hang out with people who are just like me. So what? That doesn't make me a bad person. Well, ok, maybe I'm a little mean to the "little people," as we like to call the non-populars. But it's a dog eat dog world, well, except we're not dogs but I'm sure you get the point.
Besides, they're totally asking for it, the little people. Do they honestly think that them walking around wearing those non-designer jeans and shirts from Target won't attract the criticism of people were just made for fashion?
About 2/3 of the population at Billiard High School follow the fashion fads, whereas the rest of them come to school in fashion no nos. And obviously we, the Populars, can't take it lying down because the 1/3 people are totally ruining the Billiard student population's general appearance to the world. And as we all know, appearance is everything.
Which is why I spent $335.46 at the mall today. I mean, it's spring, which means new spring wear! New fads! There was no way I could pass up the opportunity. So that morning my girlfriends and I all took out our Visas, Mastercards, Capital Ones, and hit the shops. It was a very satisfying afternoon of Abercrombie and Fitch, Hollister, Banana Republic, and American Eagle. But all the cheer went out when my mother found the receipts of my little spending spree while I was taking a shower (when I asked her why she went through my purse she avoided the question saying that it was not the point and did I think I could get away with it?)
It would be an understatement to say that Mom was furious. She literally had steam blowing out of her ears and her face got really red. I half expected to hear a teakettle whistle as it often does in those dorky cartoons when the character gets angry.
"Bridget Lieson, how could you be so irresponsible?" she shouted, her eyes flashing angrily.
I took a step back. Standing close to any angry mom is dangerous.
"Mom, there were spring clothing sales everywhere! I couldn't pass it up!" I pleaded, though I knew it was useless. My mom was by no means fashionable. She wore sweats and a tshirt around the house and ugly brown suits to work. Obviously she would not understand.
"I don't care if there were spring sales on toasters! How could you spend so much money on clothing? You only wear a shirt for one day and then you toss it away. Is it so hard for you to wear it again the next week? At least then you wouldn't need to buy so many clothes to last you for a year." She asked, running her hands through her hair in exasperation.
I stared. "No way Mom! That's so uncool! And besides, I didn't get just clothes."
"Oh, you didn't?" Mom asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically.
I nodded fervently. "I bought these two really cute bikinis!"
My kid sister Emma, who was passing by snorted. "Bikinis are clothing you dimwit!"
I glared. "No one asked you, Freak!"
She seriously is one too. Emma, who's 12, is a child genius according to my parents. She's also a total geek. I mean, she doesn't even go to a normal public school. She goes to Wilson Academy, some private school that's made for queer people like her. Their uniforms are hideous which contributes to the total lack of fashion sense in the students.
Emma rolled her eyes at me. "I honestly can't believe I share the same DNA as you."
"I wish I didn't share the same DNA as you." I shot back. "It's a total embarrassment for me to have you as a sister."
She snorted again. "You're embarrassed? How do you think I feel? Everyone who goes to Wilson has intelligent siblings, whereas I have a sister with an IQ of 7."
"Who cares about their intelligence?" I scorned. "People don't see intelligence. However, people do see that frizz ball you call hair and that tshirt which would be better used as a rag! And I do not have an IQ of 7. It's so much higher than that!"
"Girls!" Mom interrupted, coming between Emma and me. "I need you to stop arguing for one second." She turned to me. "Bridget, why on earth did you buy two bikinis?"
I rolled my eyes. "Because, Mom. Will, Sherry, Ashley, and I are flying down to Florida for spring break. Ashley's stepfather owns a beach house and we're going to stay there so I obviously needed to find a cute suit to wear. Oh, and don't worry about the airfare, her stepdad is totally rich and has it covered."
Mom raised her eyebrows. "Sorry honey, but you can't go there for spring break."
"What!" I exclaimed, furious. "Mom come on! We've been planning it for weeks!"
"Sorry dear," she replied. "But your dad has an old friend who owns a cabin and we'll be going there for spring break."
I stood there, my mind unable to comprehend everything. "A cabin? That's so lame! It's nothing compared to a beach in Florida. Can't you all go without me?"
Mom shook her head. "Nope. Your father insists we all go. Besides, the family has a boy your age."
Now normally when I hear the word boy, I'm all for it. But right then I was too angry to even think about boys, which was a first.
"Mom!" I cried, stomping my foot. Childish I know, but I couldn't help it.
"Geez, have a cow won't you?" Emma said, looking bored. "It's not like it's the end of the world."
I whirled around and faced her. "Of course you wouldn't know how I feel. It's not like you have friends." Ok, maybe I was a tad mean, but she really doesn't have friends, more like work partners.
Emma looked as if I'd slapped her, and ran out of the room.
"Bridget!" Mom yelled, once again rounding onto me. "That was uncalled for! Now, whether you like it or not, you are going with us to the cabin for spring break. I'm sorry that you can't be with your friends but you'll have the summer to go to beaches with them. You can sulk all you want later but right now, I want you to go apologize to your sister for that harsh remark."
I reluctantly nodded and started to head out of the room.
"Oh, and Bridget!" she called after me. I turned around. "If you ever splurge at the mall again like you did today, you will be grounded for life!"
I stood there in shock, then let out a shriek that seemed to rock the whole house. I stomped upstairs towards my room. Screw Emma, she could wait. Right now all I wanted to do was scream into my pillow. Funny how one minute I was having the best time of my life, shopping and dreaming about spring break at the beach, and the next minute everything went down the shithole.