Journal of a Supervillain

By Justin J.

January 19th

There was a new girl at school today. I could hardly believe it when I saw her...she's a freaking Goth. Doesn't she know that being...different is bad for her health? Even stranger...she talked to me! Without mocking me or trying to be mean!

Of course, Alli and her Bitch Brigade sauntered up to the girl while we were talking (she was doing most of the talking, I was trying to figure out how long it took her to put on that dress in the mornings...who did she think she was, Lulu? How many damn straps can one dress have? At least it covered more than Lulu's ever did...although it's clear that she's a pretty...developed girl).

I expected the girl – her name is Amy by the way – to flinch and obey Alli like all the others did, instead she did something that made me laugh (I paid for it later with a fractured arm, but I've always been a fast healer. It'll be fine by Monday – it's Friday, thank god).

"So your name is Richard?" the girl said, smiling. A genuinely friendly smile. "I'm Amy Sullivan, I'm new here and don't have any friends yet."

Richard just blinked, staring at the black haired (he was certain it was dyed) girl. Her dress reminded him of Lulu in the video game Final Fantasy X. It even had the same straps at the bottom, though it wasn't a wrap-around – it had short sleeves but didn't show any cleavage (she had a big chest though, rivalling Alli's, and that was saying something!).

"...Yeah," he said, not remembering ever talking to her. "Nice to meet you."

They were in the cafeteria, grabbing lunch. As usual, Richard had brought his own – the jocks had a habit of making it nearly impossible for him to get any from the lunch lines.

"Are you sure you want to be talking to me? Girls that do tend to become outcasts," he said. Amy shrugged, sitting across from him and putting her tray down.

"Do you think I care about what this bunch of Paris Hilton clones think?" she said. "You shouldn't either you know."

Easy for you to say, Richard thought. "...Sure, whatever. Enjoy your life as an outcast."

Amy blinked her dark blue eyes. "Wow," she said, "you're a pessimist, aren't you?"

Richard picked up his sandwich. "No, I'm a realist."

"That's what all pessimists say."

Richard snorted just as Alli and the Bitch Brigade (AKA the cheer squad) showed up.

"Hey, Goth," the Head Bitch said, sneering at the girl's different taste in clothing, "why are you talking to this loser?"

Amy completely ignored Alli. A feat that made Richard nearly choke on his sandwich.

"So, Richard, what do you like to do in your spare time? I practice martial arts. In fact, I was the champ back in the town I used to live in before coming here. My mother is the new curator of that Supernatural Museum you have here."

Alli stared. How dare this girl ignore her! "Hey! Listen to me when I'm talking to you!"

Amy sipped her fruit juice. "That museum is really cool too. All those artefacts! I love that old mirror that's supposed to have been possessed by demons. The thing is, my mother doesn't believe in the supernatural. I do. I'm a huge believer in it. Mostly because weird things keep happening to me."

At this point Richard was trying to figure out if he should run or not. Alli was scary when she was mad!

"I'm talking to you!" Alli snapped, putting a hand on Amy's shoulder and trying to pull the girl from the chair.

It probably would have worked a lot better if Amy hadn't planted her feet under the table (they were bolted down) and stopped herself, instead falling halfway back and staring up into Alli's face.

"...Okay," Amy said slowly, "I know you cheerleaders have trouble understanding this, but not everybody likes you. I happen to be one of those people. Go away before I use those lovely golden locks of yours to make a gag to shut you up."

Alli blinked in shock. "What did you say?!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Amy said, sarcasm heavy in her tone, "did I speak too fast for you?"

Alli stared. "You...you..." she said. "You'll never be a cheerleader!"

Amy's expression was one of complete shock as she put her hands to her cheeks.

"OH MY GOD! I'm NEVER going to be a cheerleader?! Oh, WOE IS ME! I'm never going to be a faceless girl in a slutty outfit catering to the hormones of stupid jocks! I'm always going to be my OWN PERSON! HOW TERRIBLE!"

The entire cafeteria had, at this point, stopped to watch the scene. Richard's jaw was slackened as he stared at Amy.

And then he burst out laughing. Alli gave him a cold look and stalked off, furious. Amy watched her leave, tapping her chin.

"Think she pads her bra?" she said loudly. Alli staggered.

"BITCH!" she screamed.

"Takes one to know one, Goldilocks! How much do you spend on hair dye?"

"MY HAIR COLOUR IS NATURAL!"

"I'm sure I can ask one of these guys to verify that!"

Alli shrieked and stormed out. Amy shrugged and turned to Richard, smiling.

"So," she said, "your hobbies?"

I think Amy might be my first real friend since entering high school. That she's hot doesn't hurt, but I really don't see us being more than friends.