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Is This the End? (Part Two) (Chapter 5)

Couple of days later, over the weekend, there was a big bash over at Lizzie's fellow cheerleader, Celeste's, house. The Cow Belles were the first ones to be invited and since Pamela was the head cheerleader, she let the girls know that they were definitely coming to the party. But the Cow Belles didn't know that Celeste invited Lizzie, who was thinking about going. When she decided to actually go, she brought her friends.
It was an hour in and Celeste's expensive home was already getting trashed with spilled beer, knocked-over food and traces of saliva. Everybody did their own thing, especially Madeline who brought along her boyfriend, Homer. As she chatted with him, her two best friends decided to talk to him as well.
"Do you like the sweater Louise got you?" asked Pamela.
"We helped her pick it out," added Mauricia.
Homer tugged his small, tight, green-and-blue striped sweater from the bottom to get comfortable in it. "Um, yeah," he said. "It's-- It's nice. It's really-- I appreciate it."
"You're so lucky," said Pamela.
"Yeah, Louise is really pretty," smiled Mauricia.
"Thanks, guys," Madeline grinned.
"But you're prettier," Pamela admitted to Homer.
"Way prettier," Mauricia agreed.
"You're so hot."
"Hot like a sock cooking in a pot at a foxtrot."
"Ooh! Good word play."
"Thanks, sister."
Homer chuckled. "Thank you."
"I got to pee," confessed Pamela. "Mauricia, do you got to pee?"
"Oh, yeah, I have got to pee," replied Mauricia. "Louise, do you got to pee?"
"Uh, no, I'm fine," Madeline responded.
"Okay, weirdo," Pamela giggled. "Come on, Mauricia. Let's find a toilet."
"I hope it's a clean toilet," said Mauricia.
The two walked together, arm in arm, out of the crowd to search the home for a bathroom. Madeline watched the girls leave until they vanished. She then turned her attention to her boyfriend.
"You do know this shirt doesn't fit me, right?" Homer questioned.
"Yeah, I kinda noticed," Madeline replied.
"Then why did you buy me this if you knew it wasn't my size?"
"Because it was the only shirt in the store that looked like that."
"But I don't care what kind of shirt you get me... unless it's pink with rainbows and monkeys. And I don't get it; why are they calling you 'Louise'?"
"It's a long story."
"Well, whatever the story is, I don't think you should be friends with them."
Madeline scoffed. "Why not?"
"Because they're forcing you into situations you want no part of. Wouldn't you rather be friends with someone who accepts your values?"
"I-- Yes, I would."
"I think you should make up with your old friends."
"I do miss them."
"Then tell them that. Speak to them. They're right over there."
Madeline turned her head and noticed her old friends hanging with each other yards away from her. They appeared to have moved to that spot while she was talking to Homer. Madeline looked at her boyfriend who raised his eyebrows at her. She sighed then made her way to the girls. The girls turned their attention towards her when one of them took a glimpse of Madeline coming their way.
"Hey, girls," smiled Madeline politely.
"Well, well, well," started Andrea. "If isn't the girl who called me fat and a T.H.O.H."
"We don't want any trouble, princess," said Skye.
"I'm not looking for trouble," said Madeline. "Listen, guys, I know I've said some harsh things to you. I just wanted to apologize. Andrea, I'm sorry for calling you overweight and a T.H.O.H.-- That Ho Over Here. Debra, I'm sorry for basically calling you a pothead. Skye, I would like to apologize for calling you a stripper. You're going to be successful one day; possibly, more successful than me. But whatever happens, I'll be proud of you. And Lizzie, I apologize for standing you up. This friendship means the world to me and the least I could've done was to be there for you. I apologize to all of you. You don't deserve a bratty friend like me. And if you can't accept my apology, I understand."
"What did I say, girl?" asked Andrea. "We're friends--"
"Forever and always."
"Exactly. Look, I must admit: I was packing on a little something. I was on a Cheeto spree not too long ago. I was bloating like a fish so you were right to call me out on my weight gain."
"No, I was just being mean. But hey, guys love thick girls and guys love you."
"And don't you forget about it, chica."
Madeline giggled.
"I accept your apology," granted Debra.
"Yeah, I guess I accept your apology, too, you slut," Skye joked.
Madeline laughed then looked at Lizzie. "Lizzie... how do you feel?"
Lizzie just stood there. Her eyes then filled with tears. And impulsively, Lizzie ran up to Madeline and gave her a big hug. She cried into her shoulder as Madeline hugged her back, swaying themselves side to side.
The girls were so heartfelt that they joined in. They held onto each other for what felt like forever. When the girls let go, Madeline said:
"And I promise that I won't be catty... sometimes."
"That's my girl," smiled Skye.
The girls did a group hug once more. While they embraced each other, the Cow Belles came out into the living room and witnessed the action.
"Louise, what are you doing?" Pamela questioned sternly.
The girls released each other and looked at the duo.
"You do not hug them," reminded Mauricia.
"Those basic girls," added Pamela.
"Those basic knuckleheads."
"Who's Louise?" asked Lizzie.
"Hey, they are not basic knuckleheads," stated Madeline. "They're my friends."
"Oh, is that right?" inquired Pamela, crossing her arms. "You're just gonna go back to them after everything we've done for you?"
"What have you done for me besides buy me clothes?"
"Uh, lots of things."
"Lots and lots of things," Mauricia added.
"You can't betray us. We're yum; they're um."
"What does 'um' mean?" asked Debra.
"It means, Santigold, that you guys have no definition. We have a definition."
"Is that definition, 'a bunch of stupid girls who belong in melodramas'?" queried Skye.
"Uh, no!" responded Mauricia.
"You're not gonna desert us, Louise," ordered Pamela. "We brought you here so you're leaving with us."
Pamela reached for Madeline's wrist and grabbed while her and Mauricia walk around the girls. Andrea grabbed Pamela's wrist and pulled her hand off of Madeline's wrist.
"Don't be touchin' on our friend," demanded Andrea.
She stuck each of her hands on each of the Cow Belles' faces and pushed them backwards. Andrea was so strong that the girls backed up and twisted around, going heads first into a box of large pizza that was sitting on the table behind them. Andrea and her friends stared wide-eyed at the Cow Belles, who seemed to be drowning in the pizza covered in multiple toppings.
The Cow Belles lifted themselves up slowly. When they regained their balance, they turned around and revealed their faces which were covered in tomato sauce, cheese, pepperoni slices and diced green peppers. The girls couldn't help but laugh at the duo.
"We should call them 'the Pizza Belles' from now on," recommended Skye.
The Cow Belles balled their hands up into fists and freaked out. They stomped past the witnessing teenagers who made space for them to avoid getting pizza residue on themselves.
After the duo left, Madeline's flimsy friend and journalist, Calvin, appeared before the girls' eyes.
"Hello, Madeline," he nicely greeted. "And Madeline's friends. I couldn't help but notice that you five made up and are now friends again."
"Were you eavesdropping?" asked Skye.
Calvin laughed. "Yes. Anyway, I'm working on a story in the newspaper on strong friendships. May I interview you all?"
The girls consented.
"Great. Before I do that, I got to get a picture of you all." Calvin pulled out his touch screen cell phone from his jeans' pocket and turned it on.
"How's my hair?" asked Andrea, combing her fingers through her curly hair.
"Flawless as always," responded Madeline.
"Ooh, girl, you flatter me."
Calvin held up his phone to get a good angle of the five. They posed in their own ways, looking towards the camera lens on the phone. After they smiled, Calvin snapped a picture of the five. He took the perfect photo of their perfect friendship.

Is This the End? (Part Two) (Chapter 4)

The next day, it was like any other day at school. Since Lizzie, Andrea, Debra and Skye were friends again, they sat together at their usual table. Since Madeline was a part of the Cow Belles, she sat with them at their table, which was situated within the back row of the cafeteria. They sat on the same bench with Madeline in the center of them. They put down their lunchboxes and opened them up.
"Gee, I'm starving," confessed Mauricia.
"That's because you've been on a juice cleanse," reminded Pamela.
"Oh, yeah, that's right."
"Pamela, I'm loving that shade of brown on your lips," complimented Madeline.
"Thanks," Pamela smiled. "I got my shade from Kylie Jenner's lip kit."
"Shut up! I got the lip kit."
"No way!"
"I got it, too," agreed Mauricia.
"We should all stop by my house and put it on together."
"Yeah, we should totes do that."
"Speaking of Kylie Jenner, since I'm eighteen and practically an adult, I was thinking about getting my lips filled."
"Yeah, you should def' do that."
"You would look amazeballs with fuller lips," commented Madeline.
"Thank you, Mads," Pamela raised her shoulder. "You should get plastic surgery with me. You could use some botox."
Madeline scrunched her forehead. "What?"
"You have some wrinkles going on around your mouth."
Madeline touched her cheeks to feel if any wrinkles were present. "But I'm eighteen. I can't get wrinkles unless I smoke or anything like that."
"No, you can get wrinkles just from laughing," said Mauricia. "That's why we try not to laugh sometimes."
"Yeah but you don't start forming actual wrinkles until you're thirty."
"How do you know?" asked Pamela.
"It just-- I-I don't know."
"Don't get all insecure, Maddie," said Mauricia. "We're all gonna need a little botox. All the hottest celebrities get it and we're as hot as celebrities."
"I guess we are."
"Guess?!" Pamela inquired.
"I mean we totes are."
"Definitely!" said Mauricia.
"I know I don't want to walk around looking like Bruce Jenner before the tuck," admitted Pamela.
"What happened to Bruce Jenner anyway?"
"I don't know. I think he died. But his sister came back to life or something."
Madeline watched the girls as they indulged in saltless crackers from their lunchboxes. "Uh, so I was thinking about going shopping at Forever 21 at the mall later. Are you girls down?"
"Uh, no!" Pamela and Mauricia uttered at the same time.
"We don't shop at Forever 21," said Pamela.
"We only wear designer clothing," noted Mauricia.
"You know that."
"I know," said Madeline, "but my friends and I... I mean--"
"Madeline, we do not speak about them."
"We refer them as 'the basic knuckleheads'," admitted Mauricia.
"Sometimes, 'those basic girls'."
"Or just 'them'."
"Yeah. They are not your friends anymore. We're your friends."
"That's right."
"You shouldn't even be friends with them anyway. They're dumb; we're yum."
"Yum."
"We're cookies and crumbs."
"Crumbs."
"They are to be forgotten. But us, you'll always remember."
"You know why?"
"Because we're fierce. And we hang out with fierce people. That's why we're hanging out with you."
Madeline smiled. "Thanks, girls. Or should I say, my sisters."
Pamela giggled. "Excellent. And another thing: you have to change your name."
Madeline raised her eyebrows. "My name? What?"
"Your name starts with an 'M'."
"And my name starts with an 'M'," Mauricia noted.
"And we can't have two M's. That's way too confusing."
"What's your middle name?"
"Louise," Madeline answered.
"So that settles it," said Pamela. "Your name is Louise."
"Oh, I don't know about--"
"Louise!" uttered Mauricia.
"Louise, please," Pamela said in singsong.
Madeline awkwardly chuckled before making a weird face.

Is This the End? (Part Two) (Chapter 3)

The next day, the four girls decided to walk together in the hallway while they were at school. They were transitioning in between classes and spotted one another in the hall. So they decided to make conversation for a few minutes. As they ambled, they noticed the students in front of them inside the halls divided into two groups. The groups walked closer to the lockers, creating a space in the middle. The girls knew that meant the Cow Belles were making their way through. They hated that but they did what everyone else did and walked closely by the walls. As the Cow Belles sashayed down the hall, everyone, including the girls, noticed a new addition to the duo. There was a girl about the same height as them and dressed like them who was walking with them, in between them. Lizzie, Andrea and Debra dropped their jaws when they saw that girl was Madeline.
"I told you all," said Skye.
When the Cow Belles, including Madeline, walked past, the girls stopped walking and stared at the trio.
"Madeline's friends with the Cow Belles?" queried Andrea. "¡Asqueroso!"
"I don't understand this," said Lizzie.
"A lot of things you don't understand," Skye murmured.
"How did this happen?" asked Debra.
"I'm not sure," responded Skye. "But Madeline was getting a bit 'witchy'... if you replace the 'W' with a 'B'. So it does not surprise me that she's with them."
"I got to talk to her," said Lizzie before marching towards the Cow Belles.
The girls followed Lizzie until she caught up with Madeline and tapped her on the shoulder. Madeline stopped and turning around, flipping her blonde hair. When Madeline stopped, Pamela and Mauricia stopped as if they could also feel the tap on her shoulder.
"Hey, Madeline," greeted Lizzie.
"Uh, did you just say 'hi' to us?" asked Pamela.
"No, we say 'hi' to you," said Mauricia.
"And then we insult you."
"It's what we do."
"Not you."
"Uh, I didn't say 'hi' to you," said Lizzie. "I said 'hi' to Madeline. Well, not 'hi'. It was 'hey'."
"You speak to one of us, you speak to all of us," clarified Madeline.
"That's how life goes," added Pamela.
"What do you want anyway?"
"What do you mean?" Lizzie questioned.
"You never know what I mean, do you?"
"That's because she's empty-headed," said Pamela.
"Her head is empty," said Mauricia.
"I couldn't agree with you more," smirked Madeline.
"Maddie, what's wrong with you?" asked Lizzie. "I just wanted to see how you were doing."
"I'm doing well. Thanks for asking. Now leave."
"Yeah, leave," repeated Pamela.
"Buh-bye," waved Mauricia.
"Can you two shut up?" ordered Andrea.
"Uh, we can do whatever we want," Pamela responded.
"Yeah, it's a free country," agreed Mauricia.
"The United States of America," added Madeline.
"What is going on?" Andrea mumbled, looking away.
"Listen, Madeline," started Lizzie. "We got the gang back together. And we should put our silly ways behind us and become friends again."
"Why would I want to do that?" asked Madeline.
"Because we got the gang back together?"
Madeline chuckled. "I thought I made it clear; I don't want to be friends with any of you."
"I don't get it, Madeline," admitted Debra. "Why do you feel this way?"
"Because Erykah Badu, I found better friends. Cooler, prettier, way glamorous friends."
"Ain't that the truth," said Pamela.
"Yeah!" uttered Mauricia.
"Madeline, think about the good times we've had together," said Skye. "Are you really going to throw that all away?"
"Uh, isn't that what trashcans are for?" Madeline inquired. "So yeah."
"Man, you are such a brat."
"See? That's why I don't want to be friends with you. It's because you keep insulting me."
"Look, I'm sorry."
"I don't care! You said it and you had a reason so you're not sorry. I just can't take all this abuse anymore. I never felt such a weight lift off my shoulders after we fell apart. I need to be away from all of you. You guys are ungrateful."
"Ungrateful?" repeated Andrea. "This friendship was the best thing that ever happened to me. I remember the first time we became friends and I haven't forgot the rest. You're ungrateful for wanting out."
"Leave her alone," commanded Pamela.
"She's eighteen years old," mentioned Mauricia. "She can make her own choices."
"Sit your pancake butts down," Andrea demanded.
Pamela and Mauricia gaped.
Madeline made a step forward. "They have bomb butts, thank you very much. These are my new friends and you have no right to talk to them like that. So we're gonna leave. Nice seeing you. Not really."
The new Cow Belles turned around at the same time and started strutting away. The girls just stood there, watching the backs of them.
"Wow," said Lizzie. "Madeline became a real witch."
"With a 'B'," added Skye.
"Yeah, totally."

Is This the End? (Part Two) (Chapter 2)

Later that day, Lizzie's boyfriend, DeMarcus decided to take his girl to the mall after school. He noticed that she's still a little down so he thought shopping would cheer her up. They walked hand-in-hand through the hall, passing by many alive shops, concentrating on each other.
"Sweetums, I don't think any of your friends like me," noted Lizzie.
"What?" said DeMarcus. "Of course my friends like you. They just-- They-- Uh... They're just not used to you. Yeah, that's the right word for it."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. But maybe if you didn't try so hard while you're talking to them, they would probably like you better."
"I'm trying to make them feel comfortable."
"Well, you're making them feel uncomfortable, baby."
"So I should just talk like myself?"
"Exactly. If you be yourself, my friends will accept you and maybe they'll let you sit with me again."
"You have such good friends. I'm envious but I'm happy for you."
"Thanks, babe. And since you're with me, they'll become your friends one day. And hey, we can all see Tay-Tay someday together."
"Really?"
DeMarcus chuckled. "No. They're not into that."
"I'll try to act more like myself around your friends."
"Good. Just be you. You can have some slickety-slang in your speech since everybody got some slang. But keep it subtle. And whatever you do, do not say the N word."
"What's the N word?"
"Good girl. I'm gonna go buy a pretzel. Do you want one?"
"Sure, sweetie."
"Alright. I'll be back before you can say, 'Football'."
"Football."
"Not for real."
"Sorry." Lizzie awkwardly grinned.
"It's okay."
DeMarcus grabbed Lizzie by the cheeks and pecked her nose. They smiled at each other before DeMarcus walked off to find the pretzel stand.
        When he left, Lizzie looked around and loitered a bit. Then she laid eyes on the window of a store called, "Forever 21". She walked closer to it, getting a better view of the clothing on the mannequin inside the window. The mannequin had on a short dress which was white on the top and black on the bottom. This is so my style, Lizzie thought. After being mesmerized by the dress for a few seconds, Lizzie realized that there was another person, who was inside the store, eyeing the dress from behind the mannequin. Lizzie locked eyes with Skye and the two immediately jumped. They looked closely into the window to make sure they were actually seeing each other. Lizzie waved to get rid of the awkwardness. But Skye awkwardly waved back. Relaxing her shoulders, Lizzie zipped inside the store and faced Skye who didn't try to move.
"Hi," Lizzie politely smiled.
"Hi," Skye responded.
"Oh, boy. This is the first time we talked in months."
Skye chuckled. "Yeah, I know."
"So h-how are you?"
"Good. You?"
"Good."
"That's cool."
"How's the band?"
"Great. We learned these three new songs and filmed ourselves performing them. We're gonna upload them to YouTube."
"That's great. I can't wait to watch them."
Skye nodded her head, rolling her closed lips inside her mouth. Lizzie nodded a bit with a slowly fading smile.
"Lizzie?" a girl said aloud.
Lizzie turned her head to the voice which came from the entrance. Skye turned her head, too, and the two girls looked Debra. She was almost frozen then she approached the two.
"Skye? I didn't know you two still talked."
"Oh, we don't," said Lizzie. "We just started... talking to each other."
"Yeah," Skye nodded.
"Oh, that's good," said Debra. "How are you two?"
"Skye's gonna upload some videos to YouTube," responded Lizzie, answering Debra's question for Skye.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, I recorded my band playing a few new songs," said Skye.
"That's good. How bout you, Lizzie?"
"Oh, I'm good," Lizzie smiled. "T-Thanks for asking."
"No problem."
Andrea was about to enter the store but when she looked up, she saw her old friends right inside, out in the open. Since she hadn't spoken to them in a while, she thought the best reaction would be to avoid them. As she turned around, Lizzie just randomly looked at the store just to look. She caught Andrea almost walking away and called her name.
Andrea stopped and balled her hands into fists. "Aw, frick!" she muttered, banging the air one time.
She turned around with a calm look on her face. She quickly walked into the store and got near the girls.
"Hey, guys," she said with a bit of awkwardness in her tone.
The girls quietly greeted her back.
"How's life?" asked Lizzie.
"Life is pretty good," answered Andrea. "It's been treating me very well."
"Is your grandfather okay?"
"Yes."
"That's good as well."
"Why did you ask about my grandfather?"
"Because I know you love him and I just wanted to make sure he was okay."
"Oh. Thank you."
"What have you been up to?" asked Debra.
"Oh, I joined the hip hop club. I learned that I really like to dance so I figured, 'Might as well join a club'. So I've been enjoying it, learning new moves." She flipped one side of her long, curly hair behind her shoulder by flicking her head. "Watch me whip."
"That's awesome that you're in a club," commented Skye. "It's perfect for you."
"I know. Thanks anyway."
"I've noticed that your style changed a bit, Lizzie," noted Debra.
Lizzie looked down at her body. Her style did change a bit. She replaced her high heels for white sneakers and covered her chest with a pink hooded jacket.
"Oh, yeah," said Lizzie, looking up.  "I don't know. I just wanted to dress in something a bit more... comfortable, I guess. And I got this shirt..." She began to unzip her jacket. "... after Andrea called me a virgin who can't drive and I found it so I bought it." Lizzie stretched the flaps of her jacket outwards to expose her T-shirt which said, "You're a Virgn Who Can't Drive" in bold, black, capital letters.
The sight of the shirt made Skye laugh.
"Oh, funny," Andrea giggled awkwardly.
"Where's the 'I'?" asked Skye.
"What?" said Lizzie.
"There's no 'I' in 'Virgin'."
Lizzie looked down at her shirt and noticed the missing "I" in the word "Virgin" which is supposed to be in front of the "N".
"Oh, my gosh," laughed Debra.
Andrea's giggles became less awkward.
"That is so-- Oh, my God!" Skye cracked up.
Lizzie began to laugh, joining in with the girls who were laughing like nothing has changed.
"How did you not notice that?" questioned Skye.
"I have no idea," responded Lizzie. "I recognized the phrase so I bought the shirt."
"Well, until you can find the definition of 'virg-in'," started Andrea, "you cannot wear that shirt anymore."
"Maybe people will think it's Latin," said Skye.
"I know Latin," mentioned Debra.
"Okay, people other than Debra will think it's Latin."
Andrea cackled.
"Hey, it could be worst. Your shirt could've been missing the 'You're' and dropped the 'W' for 'who'."
"Really, Skye?"
"I'm sorry; I was thinking it so I had to say it. No offense, Lizzie."
"I'm not offended," Lizzie smiled. "So... are we friends again?"
The girls calmed down to process what Lizzie asked seriously. They took glances at each other, waiting for someone to say something first.
"Yes," Debra smiled at Lizzie. Her smile made Lizzie smile.
"I said this once and I'll never forget it," started Andrea. "We're girls, forever and always."
"I guess," responded Skye. "I've been pretty bored lately."
Debra scrunched her forehead at Skye.
"I'm kidding! Of course we're friends again."
"Yay!" Lizzie cheered. "We're back together again."
"Not quite," said Debra. "We didn't talk to Madeline."
"I haven't seen her since the fight," noted Andrea. "Does anyone know what happened to her?"
"Oh, I know what happened to her," Skye replied. "Let's just say Madeline... not too long ago joined the Dark Side."
"Skye, I don't understand science friction talk," admitted Lizzie.

Is This the End? (Part Two) (Chapter 1)

It had been a month since the girls decided to stop spending time with each other. Their argument moved them into different directions and they almost forgot that they were ever friends. They made new friends or connected with old ones. Where they sat in lunch was a story of its own. Lizzie sat with her boyfriend, DeMarcus, and his friends, all African-American. Andrea sat with the members of a hip-hop dance club which she decided to join earlier. Debra sat with her boyfriend, Kyle, and friends which consisted of hipsters and bohemians. And Skye sat with her bandmates, David, Sean and Kent. Where Madeline sat was a mystery. Nonetheless, they all avoided the table that they would sit every time they went to lunch. They left it cold and empty for a month.
Lizzie, unlike the girls, thought about her friends every day and was learning gradually to cope with the breakup. She tried to enjoy all the time she was spending with her boyfriend and make nice with his friends, who weren't that nice to her.
One day, during lunch, one of DeMarcus' friends, Jermaine, was telling a story to the group.
"So I get in the car and my girl says, 'That's not your car.' And I said, 'Yes, it is my car.' And she said, 'No, that is not your car.' And I said, 'LaQuisha, how are you going to tell me what's my car and what's not?' And she says, 'Because your car air freshener was Apples and Cinnamon and this car air freshener says, 'Peaches and Cream'.' So I said, 'Oh, shoot, I'm sorry. My bad.' So we get out of the car and it turns out that I parked a couple yards away from that car. If whoever that owned that car saw me get in it, he would've got your boy locked up."
"We know that you don't want to get arrested again, Jermaine," said DeMarcus.
"Hey, I was not arrested. They put me in the car, changed their mind and took me out. It don't count."
"Yes, it do," said another friend, Quincy.
"Man, whatever."
"Yo, yo," Lizzie started in an urbanized voice, "I got a crazy sto'y myself. L-L-Let me get to it. See, I was at my girl's house, right? And she had this cousin who was trippin'. She was just all kinds of trippin'. Me and my crew thought that she was trippin' 'cause she was sicky-sick. So one d-d-day, we were over at her house and the girl, the cousin, had a bat. And she was swingin' it. Just swingin' it. Like she was about to busta-bust our heads in. So then my girl, Andrea, A.K.A. Candy to the Andy, just took her by the face and dropped her down the stairs. Man, it was 'cray'. You shoulda been there. But we got paid. Mad paid, son. So it worked out in the endy-end."
DeMarcus' friends didn't respond to Lizzie's story. They just sat there and stared at her. Lizzie didn't know what else to say or do so she just glanced at everybody. After a while, they ignored her story and started talking to each other again.
"So Chantel, where'd you get the new weave?" asked Jermaine.
"I got it at the hair store across the street," answered DeMarcus' female friend, Chantel. "You know I'm always getting something there. I figured I needed a change, thank you very much."
"Girl, do you think I can go blonde?" asked her friend, Shanica, who was feeling Chantel's straight honey-colored hair.
"Most def, girl!"
"Yo, I can hook ya up if you wanna holla at me," said Lizzie, still speaking in an urban way. "See, I was givin' myself a haircut. You know, a snippy-snip. But I chopped it up, my sista. I chopped it all like chop suey. I didn't want to be seen in public, ya nah mean? So I bought these hair extensions, girl, and wore them until my flow came back in. I own a bunch of them extensions, girl. If you want, I can hook you up. Holla at me!"
Lizzie's boyfriend's friends just stared at her again. They still didn't know how to respond to her. Jermaine leaned towards DeMarcus and patted him on the arm.
"De, how long is this white girl gonna be sitting here?" he whispered to him.
"J, that white girl is my girlfriend," DeMarcus whispered back.
"Yeah, how long is she gonna be sitting here?"
"Dude, my girl lost all her friends. I'm her man and I didn't want her to feel lonely so I want her to sit here from now on."
Jermaine clicked his teeth. "Alright, man. But she needs to stop talking like she was one of us 'cause she's not."
"Then don't talk to her."
"Nobody's talking to her."
"Well, maybe you should."
"Did anybody hear that they're making a new Barbershop movie?" asked Quincy.
His friends agreed.
"Yeah, Nicki Minaj is in it and everything," said Shanica.
"Yo, I love me some Nicki Minaj!" said Lizzie. "Ya hear 'The Pinkprint'? Holla! Yo, do you know who's cool? Do you really wanna know who's cool? Iggy Azalea. That girl is the bomb. Oh, man, she be gettin' big time! I was gonna go to her concert last year but I traded in my tickets to see Tay-Tay. She got that bad blood for real, dawg. She bad-bad! Whoop-whoop!"
"Get out," ordered Jermaine.

Is This the End? (Chapter 5)

It's been a few days and the girls weren't talking to each other. They were still mad about what one another said to them. They felt like they couldn't hang out together so they just practically avoided each other. Lizzie tried to talk to each of them but they were too angry to even deal with her. She knew how important her friendship with the girls was so she still tried to communicate with them. Later, after school, Lizzie separately connected with the girls online through the chat section on her email. She messaged Madeline first, then Andrea, Debra and Skye last, asking them the same questions.

LIZZIE: Hey.
MADELINE: Hi.
ANDREA: What's up?
DEBRA: Hey.
SKYE: Wut?
LIZZIE: R u still mad at me?
MADELINE: I was never mad at you.
ANDREA: Maybe.
DEBRA: No, not at all.
SKYE: IDK.
LIZZIE: Listen, I know every1 is angry but our problems are not going to get solved if we don't talk to each other.
MADELINE: I know. You're right.
ANDREA: But I don't want to talk to Madeline. She called me a thoh.
DEBRA: Absolutely. I agree.
SKYE: IDC.
LIZZIE: Look, I know how important this friendship is to u. We can't give this up. How bout we meet up n try to talk?
MADELINE: Okay.
ANDREA: Fine.
DEBRA: Sure.
SKYE: W/E.
LIZZIE: Alrite! Let's meet outside of my house tooday at 6 PM. C u there!
MADELINE: See you.
ANDREA: Adios.
DEBRA: Bye.
SKYE: U spelled today wrong.

Lizzie was all smiles. She was excited to get her friends together. She chilled in her house until it was five minutes before six. She went outside and stood by the door. She stared at the parking lot, waiting for Madeline and Andrea to come in with their cars. She also looked into the distances on the left and right side, seeing if Debra and Skye were going to walk up.
        But no one came at six. She continued to wait, feeling that they would be a few minutes late. She stood still, paced back and forth on the pavement, and sat down.
        Yet time went on. Ten minutes passed, then twenty, then thirty. Before Lizzie knew it, an hour had arrived and none of her friends showed up. She was sitting down the pavement in front of her door with her elbow on her knee and her fist under her chin. She continued to stare but her stare just became a blank because she knew that they weren't coming. They weren't going to come at all.
         After the hour, Lizzie's mother opened the door; the creak made her turn her head.
"Lizzie, will you come inside?" her mother asked. "It's getting cold."
"Alright, mom," responded Lizzie. "Can I have a few more minutes, please?"
"Sure, sweetie." Lizzie's mother went back inside and closed the door.
Lizzie continued staring off into the distance, slowly forgetting what she was looking for. So, eventually, she stood up and went inside the house.

Is This the End? (Chapter 4)

The next day, the girls spent time with each other after school over Lizzie's house. Lizzie changed her clothes in her car before heading home. Skye rode with Madeline and Debra rode with Andrea in their cars, heading Lizzie's way. They chilled in her bedroom and helped each other with their homework. When they were done, they dove into conversation.
"Do you know any colors that go well with beige?" asked Lizzie.
"Hmm, beige?" guessed Skye, jokingly.
Madeline giggled. "Lizzie, whatever you do, don't go monochromatic. That's something I need to tell you."
"And you don't need to tell somebody else something as well?" questioned Debra.
Madeline scrunched her forehead. "No. Debra, I'm feeling a little cold shoulder from you. What's going on?"
"Nothing, my shoulder is quite warm actually."
"Then what is your deal with the same hundred questions?"
Debra exhaled. "I just feel that Andrea needs to know what you said."
"What did she say?" asked Andrea.
"Nothing good."
"Oh, you tattletale," Madeline hissed.
"I'm not tattling. But do you want to tell Andrea what you said to us last Friday?"
"Uh, I don't remember what I said."
"Andrea, last Friday, Madeline said that she was very disappointed in you for not showing up to our movie night and that you were gaining some weight. But to be fair, Madeline was on her period."
"You said what?" Andrea hissed at Madeline.
"Repeat. Period."
"I was upset," explained Madeline. "So I said some things I didn't mean. I'm sorry."
"She's sorry. So can we bury this hatchet?"
"How can I bury the hatchet when Madeline called me fat?" queried Andrea.
"Andrea, can you honestly say that you're losing weight?" asked Madeline with a chuckle.
Andrea glared at Madeline then got off the bed, standing up. "You take that back."
Madeline stood up as well, facing the Latina. "Why? It's true. Like you don't obviously see that you're gaining some pounds?"
"No because I'm not gaining some pounds. Sure I'm getting taller and my butt's getting bigger, but I wouldn't call it 'gaining weight'."
"Honey, please, you know it's more than that."
"You heifer!"
"Who are you calling a heifer? I exercise."
"More like starve yourself, Miss I'm-On-a-Diet."
"Excuse me for eating healthy."
"No, excuse you for eating nothing."
"Don't insult me!"
"Madeline, you shouldn't get mad at Andrea for getting mad," said Debra, walking next to Andrea. "She has every right to be angry. You did and just called her fat."
"Why are you defending her? You haven't heard the things she said about you?"
"No, what did she say?"
"She told me that you seemed more relaxed than usual. It's probably because you're hitting the sticky-icky-icky."
Debra glared at Andrea, who looked away. "The sticky-icky-icky? You know I'm not on drugs."
"I know, Debbie," said Andrea. "You just... You just look high."
"Oh, I defend you and you call me a pothead."
"Can you honestly say that you never once hit it?"
"Oh, my goodness."
"Madeline, don't do that," said Skye.
"Do what?" Madeline questioned.
"Sell Andrea out to Debra so she shouldn't yell at you anymore."
"Sorry, okay? But it's not all my fault. I said I was mad."
"Yeah but you were mad because you couldn't watch that dumb movie about the princess or whatever she was."
"Hey, that is a good movie!"
"I don't care. Are you really going to act as much of a brat now as you were freakin' three days ago? I mean you are such a brat. You're a snooty little daddy's girl."
"At least I have a dad."
Skye paused. "Are you really going there?"
"Honey, I've gone there."
"Madeline, I was telling it like it is."
"And I'm telling it like it is. Okay? You're just jealous."
"Jealous? Jealous of what?"
"Jealous of me. I'm going to grow up rich and successful and you're gonna become a stripper or something and you're jealous."
"Why would I become a stripper? Because I don't have a dad? News flash, Madeline: I don't need a dad to have a real career."
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"You're a freakin' hypocrite. You have a dad but that doesn't stop you from lifting up your skirt to all the boys at school."
"Girls, stop fighting!" demanded Lizzie. "We're friends. You can't forget that we're friends. We're like Three Amigas except there are five of us and only four of us are not Spanish. It's like the Three Mousketeers but we're--"
"Oh, shut up, you idiot," commanded Andrea.
"There you go again calling me an idiot. You said that you wouldn't call me that anymore."
"Well, a girl can lie, like Madeline."
"I am not a liar!" said Madeline.
"Yes, you are! You lied to me, saying that you had nothing to say to me."
"Well, I said it to you so why are you still angry?"
"Because you think that I'm freakin' fat and I'm not."
"Well, if the fat lady sings. In this case, if the fat lady is Mexican and Puerto Rican..."
 "You're a T.H.O.T."
 "What?"
 "That stands for 'That Ho Over There',"
 "Well, you're a T.H.O.H.: That Ho Over Here."
"You heifer. I'm gonna punch you in the face."
"Then punch me in the face. Because guess what? I'm not scared of--"
Madeline began to shriek when Andrea grabbed her by the ear and pulled on it, creating pain in her head. Andrea gave Madeline the look of an animal as she vigorously shook her head while still holding on to her ear. Debra tried her best to pull Andrea off then eventually successfully got her away. Madeline regained balance and covered her aching ear with her hand.
"Guys, don't fight," Lizzie ordered. "My family prays here."
"Well, pray this," said Andrea, "ask for new friends because I can't do this anymore. You all are crazy."
"Oh, we're crazy?" questioned Madeline. "You just assaulted my ear."
"I don't know why you're getting mad at me," said Skye. "I was trying to defend you."
"I know but they're all driving me crazy," Andrea responded.
"No but's. I actually defended you."
"Don't shout at me."
"I'm not shouting at you."
"Yes, you are."
"Now I'm shouting at you because you're accusing me of shouting at you."
"I'm not accusing you; you were shouting at me."
"Now it's real. You can't take this anymore? I can't take you anymore. I'm leaving."
"I don't care how you feel about me."
"Shut up." Skye made her way out the door.
"Bye, Skye," Madeline said in a catty way.
"Bye, you slut." Those were Skye's last words as she left the room and eventually leaving the house.
"If she's leaving, then I'm leaving," said Andrea. "I just can't stay here anymore."
"Why?" asked Madeline. "Because you can't handle the truth?"
"Girl, I will take your other ear out. Don't test me."
"Let her leave," said Debra. "They say if you want to live a good life, you need to rid the negative energy anyway."
"Nobody cares, Debra. Like nobody." Andrea started to walk out of the room.
"Hey, I care and that what's important to me because you were never the right friend for me anyway so goodbye."
"Come on, you guys," begged Lizzie. "Andrea, come back here and stop being a bully!"
"Well, you're a virgin who can't drive," Andrea yelled back from the hallway before leaving for real.
"You know what? I'm gonna go." Debra picked up her fringe backpack from the bed. "I need some air to breathe." Debra made her exit out of the bedroom.
"There's plenty of air here. Madeline?"
Madeline sighed, still covering her ear. "I'm sorry, Lizzie. I'm just sorry."
Madeline was the last to leave the room then out of the house.
Lizzie sat down on her bed, staring at the open door. "Wow. And I thought Bad Movie Friday was bad... sort of."

Is This the End? (Chapter 3)

A few days later, the girls saw each other again at school. They got together when lunch started and sat with each other in the cafeteria. Debra felt a strange tension in their space but the rest of the girls didn't feel anything. They were carefree except for Debra, who wasn't the one to be nervous.
"What did your grandfather get for his birthday?" asked Lizzie with a smile.
"Uh, ties, shoes, electrical appliances," replied Andrea, "just stuff he gets every year."
"Oh."
"Yeah, he doesn't really use his gifts. A few years ago, I got him a hat. The last time I checked, dust was forming on it in the corner of his living room. So you can guess what I got him this year."
"A sombrero?"
"No, I gave him nada."
"Oh."
"Hmm, a birthday party with few presents," said Madeline, who was filing with her fingernails with an emery board. "That's something to go to."
"Yeah, he's eighty so of course the party was a bummer," said Andrea. "But I'm glad I went. Seeing Abeulo with a sonrisa on his face gave me a sonrisa."
"I don't know what those words mean but I'm glad you had fun!" Lizzie admitted.
"Yeah, me too," agreed Madeline.
"Uh, Madeline," started Debra, "is there something you need to do?"
"Whatever she needs to do, she's already doing it," said Skye. "Yo, you're going to get nail dust on your food."
Madeline stopped filing her nails and rolled her eyes. "I know what I'm doing. But what are you talking about, Debra?"
"Do you have something to say to Andrea?" asked Debra.
"I said I'm glad she had fun at the party."
"Yeah but is there something else that you want to say to her?"
"Yeah, is there something else that you want to say to me, Maddie?" asked Andrea, slightly imitating Debra's tone.
"Oh, my Kylie Jenner lip kit came in the mail today," responded Madeline. "I forgot to tell you."
"Oh, that's cool."
"Yep. Once I get ahold of it, my lips will be the size of Antartica."
"Be careful or you'll freeze over," joked Skye.
The girls, except for Debra, laughed.
"I don't want you to talk about Kylie Jenner," said Debra. "I want you to talk to Andrea."
"I just did," said Madeline. "Why are you being a weirdo?"
"I'm not; I just want to make sure we're at peace."
"Why wouldn't we be at peace?" questioned Andrea.
"I don't know. I'm just making sure."
"Well, be sure 'cause there's peace," said Madeline.
"I know, I just-- I just really want to-- I got to use the bathroom."
Debra slid out of her seat and walked away, exiting the cafeteria and entering the girls' lavatory across.
"What's wrong with Debbie?" asked Andrea.
"I don't know," said Skye. "Maybe it's too much salad. If she keeps eating it, her brain will turn into a head of lettuce."
"Ha-ha!" Lizzie laughed.

Is This the End? (Chapter 2)

                On Friday night, Lizzie, Debra and Skye made their way to Madeline's house for Bad Movie Friday to watch the comedy, Jawbreaker. The girls chilled in the living room to watch the large screen television in high definition. Madeline crouched before the TV and inserted the DVD into the player.

                "Where is Andrea?" she asked.

                "She said she might be at her grandfather's birthday party," answered Debra.

                "Yeah, but she said that she would seventy-five percent be here." Madeline stood up.

                "That also means that she would twenty-five percent not be here," noticed Skye. "So look at those odds." She picked up a potato chip from the bowl on the coffee table.

                Madeline crossed her arms then sat down on one of the sofas, the one that Skye was sitting on.

                "So what if Andrea's not here?" asked Lizzie. "She'd want us to go on."

                "Actually, she would probably want us to wait for her," said Skye. "There's a chance she's being 'fashionably late'."

                "I didn't know being late can be fashionable. I'd be late all the time."

                "Andrea was the one who wanted us to have Bad Movie Friday," reminded Madeline. "She should be here."

                "You really wanted to see Emma, did you?" asked Skye.

                "Yes."

                "You've probably seen it like twenty times."

                "So? I'm an American; I have the right to watch a movie many times."

                "Don't be so grumpy," said Debra. "Andrea said that she probably won't come."

                "But she said she would. I'm gonna text her." Madeline pulled out her cell phone.

                "Be polite."

                "I know what to do." Madeline twiddled her thumbs on the touch-screen phone.

                "Dang, man," started Skye. "I bet that Emma movie is not even that good."

                "It is good! It's a good film."

                "Then why don't you watch it by yourself when this movie is over?"

                "Because I want you guys to enjoy it with me."

                "What if I don't enjoy it?"

                "Well, that's your problem, Skye."

                "Getting grumpy over a movie..."

                "Next week, can we watch that movie where Madonna gets slapped?" requested Lizzie. 

                "Listen, if your grandfather was very old and celebrating his birthday, you'd want to attend, too," said Debra.

                "Of course I'd attend, Debra," said Madeline. "But it depends how he's celebrating. Free, organic food? You bet I'm there."

                "You're so honest when you're not lying."

                "Thank you, I guess. And I'm not a liar!"

                "You're the one who said her grandfather could die any minute."

                "I didn't say that."

                "Lies!"

                "No, I said people die on their birthdays. If he dies today, she's going to witness it then she's gonna regret going and wish she was here."

                "And she should feel like the fool if that were to happen?"

                "I don't know. Whatever floats your boat, Debbie."

                "Are you on your period?"

                "Yeah, a little bit. So?"

                "Next Friday, can we watch Her?" suggested Lizzie.

                "How is Her a bad movie?" asked Skye.

                "Uh, the guy is dating his phone. Isn't that ridiculous?"

                Skye pulled a face and nodded her head, giving it some thought.

                "Because if it's not, I'm keeping Siri away from DeMarcus."

                "Speaking of phones," started Madeline, picking up her phone and turning it on, "look who didn't respond."

                "I'm sure Andrea didn't see your text yet," said Debra. "Once she does, she'll definitely text back."

                "Yeah, right. I'm sure right now she's getting into a fight with somebody who made a comment about her shirt not fitting. It wouldn't be surprising because Andrea is always in a fight and some of her shirts don't fit that well."

                "Hey, this night is for watching a movie. Not talking about Andrea behind her back."

                "You're right. I'm done talking about Andrea. Let's just watch the movie."

                Madeline picked up the remote for the DVD player from the coffee table and pointed it towards the TV before pressing "Play". The girls began to glue their eyes to the screen that displayed the starting movie.

                "Is Rose McGowan with Charles Manson?" asked Lizzie.

Is This the End? (Chapter 1)

                "Can you buy me a bag of cookies, chocolate bunny?" requested Lizzie to her boyfriend, DeMarcus.

                "Sure can do, white chocolate bunny," he responded.

                He kissed her on the cheek before getting up and heading to the vending machine.

                "I feel like you guys get grosser every day," commented Skye.

                "He's my boyfriend, Skye," reminded Lizzie. "I'm his girlfriend. We're allowed to be gross."

                Skye closed her eyes and shook her head.

                "So you guys ready for Good Movie Friday?" asked Madeline.

                "Yeah, what movie are we watching?" queried Debra.

                "I'm stuck between 'Emma' and 'Titanic'."

                "Ugh! We're not watching 'Titanic'," ordered Skye.

                "Why not?"

                "Because that movie is forty hours long. By the time it's over, we'll be dead."

                "We're gonna die in forty hours?" asked Lizzie.

                "No, I meant that it's too long. And it's a romance film? No. Maybe I'll watch the ending. But from beginning to end, no."

                "Then I guess we'll watch 'Emma'," decided Madeline.

                "I don't understand," started Andrea. "Why do we gotta watch the movies that you only wanna see?"

                "Hey, we saw 'Selena'."

                "Still, we've been having Good Movie Friday for at least thirty Fridays. Can we change it up?"

                "Like Bad Movie Friday," suggested Skye.

                "Like that."

                "Alright, we'll have Bad Movie Friday," declared Madeline.

                "What would we watch?" questioned Lizzie.

                "Hmm... how about... 'Jawbreaker'? I heard that was a bad one."

                "Yes, I'll watch 'Jawbreaker'," said Skye.

                "Good. So are we all ready for Bad Movie Friday?"

                "I don't know," replied Andrea. "I think I'll be busy on Friday."

                Madeline made a face. "You think you'll be busy-- You just said you didn't want to have a Good Movie Friday."

                "It was an opinion turned into a suggestion."

                "Why will you be busy, Andrea?" asked Debra.

                "Because my grandfather is celebrating his eightieth birthday this week but I don't know if my family will care enough to celebrate with him."

                "Do you care?"

                "I mean I care if he dies but he's not gonna die on his birthday."

                "People are more likely to die on their birthday than any other day," shared Madeline.

                "Well, thank you, Bill Nye, the science guy. But I didn't ask for you to tell me that."

                "So are you gonna come by my house for Movie Friday or not?"

                Andrea took a little bit of time to think. "Seventy-five percent yes."

                "You're using a number?"

                "It's a free country, ain't it?"

                Soon, DeMarcus came back, sitting down next to his girlfriend and handing her a little bag of miniature cookies.

                "Aw, thank you!" smiled Lizzie. "Do you want to share with me?"

                "Sure," answered DeMarcus. "I bought it with my money."

                Lizzie opened the bag and took out a chocolate chip cookie. She stuck it halfway between her teeth and winked at DeMarcus. He chuckled before leaning towards Lizzie and biting the other half of cookie which protruded from her smiling mouth. 

                "Ew!" Skye uttered dramatically.

BF4E in "Jawbreaker" (Chapter 5)

                That night, all the seniors at Laguna Beach High School got dressed up and came back to school to attend the senior prom. They spent time in the gymnasium which was filled with tables, nourishments and moving lights. Some sat at the tables while others danced on the floor to the music provided by the band. Andrea sat with the cheerleaders, which included Pamela and Mauricia, who were known as the Cow Belles but not as popular as the Fabulous Four. She was sitting on the lap of her engaging prom date who was in his early thirties. An hour in, Debra and Skye arrived to the prom together in tight, long dresses with their hair in curls. They slowly walked through the gym and sat down at an empty table. Meanwhile, Madeline walked up to her friends' table with her date and boyfriend, Homer.

                "Well, if isn't the semi-beautiful people," she said.

                "Madeline, I've been meaning to tell you," started Pamela, "you are to die. To die! Figuratively, of course."

                  Madeline twirled around, showing off her tight, gorgeous silver gown. And how beautifully her hair looked, tied into a bun wrapped with silver ribbon. She looked at Andrea to see if she noticed her attendance. But Andrea was too mesmerized by her gorgeous date who had to be in his late twenties.

                "I am so bored tonight," Andrea purred. "I think it's time for un pequeño servicio de habitaciones."

                "Andrea!" called Madeline.

                Andrea looked at her friend. "Que?"

                "There's an announcement that needs to be made."

                "Yeah, give it up for the prom queen," said Homer, gesturing his hands to his girlfriend.

                "Oh, Madeline, I am so sorry!" said Andrea, looking remorseful.

                Madeline sat down in an empty chair to the table. "It's okay, Andrea. We all can't be up to speed, can we?"

                She giggled and so did the girls at the table. Andrea's face was full of confusion. Then it turned into a little irritation.

                "Chica, did you just say that I was on speed?" she asked.

                Soon, the all-girl rock band ended their song, letting the crowd applaud them. Once the members got off the stage, the blonde, four-eyed principal walked up and stood in front of the microphone.

                "Welcome to Laguna Beach's senior prom!" she said in her squeaky voice, causing a little bit of feedback in the microphone.

                The students cheered, just feeling excited to be at the event.

                "The moment that we have all been waiting for: the announcement of Laguna Beach's prom king and queen!" The principal was handed a white envelope. "Our prom king this year is..." She ripped the envelope open, forming it into a letter. "Homer Peterson!"

                The crowd gave applause as Homer celebrated before running up to the stage. The principal was taken by surprise when he lifted her up and began dancing with her. He eventually put her down and she walked back to the mic. She was handed another envelope while a man in a tux handed Homer a silver scepter.

                "Alright," she uttered. "Now the cherry on the ham of this delicious year. I'm so pleased to announce that the prom queen to reign over our kingdom this year is..." She ripped open the envelope and read the name inside. "Madeline King!"

                 Every student in the gym caused an uproar. Everyone cheered and clapped and even gave a standing ovation. Even though Madeline knew she was going to win, she still acted surprise. She grinned and got up, making her way to the stage. Big clear balloons filled with smaller, colorful balloons rained from the ceiling. She walked onstage and gestured like a queen. The man in the tux approached her with a sparkly, silver tiara and placed it on her head, around her bun. The principal moved out of the way so Madeline could speak into the microphone. She flaunted her stuff for a little while, feeling so excited.

                "Thank you, senior class," Madeline smiled. "You don't know how much this means to me. It's a dream come true. Thank you, everyone. I love you so--"

                All of a sudden, she was interrupted by a girl's voice which, for some reason, protuded loudly from the speakers on the stage. "I killed Lizzie. I killed the teen dream. Take your panties out your butthole."

                Everyone was so confused. They didn't even know what the voice said until it occurred again.

                "I killed Lizzie. I killed the teen dream. Take your panties out your butthole."

                Madeline began to recognize the statement. She remembered saying that but she thought she was hallucinating for a second. She just laughed it off.

                "What?" she said.

                "I killed Lizzie. I killed the teen dream. Take your panties out your butthole."

                Madeline ignored the voice and continued to speak into the mic, hoping everyone else would ignore it. "Thank you so--"

                Suddenly, the microphone cut off so nobody could hear her. Yet the voice kept repeating on the speakers. The principal lifted up her dress and walked down the steps, eventually running out, angry about the disruption. The faces in the crowd started to change. They never heard that statement ever but they figured out who was saying it.

                "That's her voice," someone said.

                Upset, Homer smacked his scepter into Madeline's hand. She held onto it as Homer walked away from her.

                "Homer?" she said.

                He gave her a cold look of disappointment before walking down the steps. He pushed himself through the crowd and eventually left the gymnasium.

                "Homer!" Madeline threw the scepter down onto the surface.

                Debra's boyfriend, Kyle, snuck up behind her as she was taking everything in. He sat down in the empty chair next to her, staring at her smile.

                "I can't believe she accidentally recorded herself with that birthday card," he said.

                "I can't believe you snuck backstage and broadcasted the card," shared Debra.

                The two smiled at each other before pecking one another on the lips. Kyle then dropped a camera on the table.

                "Would you like to do the honors?" he asked.

                "That puta!" shouted Pamela.

                Half of the crowd were furious; the other half were upset, fitting to bust in tears. Madeline was frustrated, but then she realized that everyone was more frustrated than her. Then her eyes laid on Debra, who saw her, too, and blew a kiss to her.

                "Eat dirt," Debra whispered. Then she grinned and waved, twinkling her fingers. "Namaste."

                Someone from the crowd threw their corsage at Madeline's face. That sparked the whole crowd to take off their corsages and boutonnieres and chuck them at Madeline. Feeling the pins of boutonnieres stab into her skin, Madeline ran down the steps and attempted to zip through the crowd. They stoned her with their flowers while yelling harsh things at her.

                "You are dead!"

                "You skank!"

                "I don't understand what the fuss is about but I'm still gonna throw this at you."

                Madeline was weeping, hurt from the flowers that were repeatedly thrown at her. She tried to protect her tiara but it fell off anyway and messed up her bun, loosening the ribbon. She wiped her tears, smudging her eye makeup all over her face. Andrea hid under the table and watched the angry mob attack Madeline, having no idea what to do. Finally, the crowd ran out of flowers to throw. But Madeline stopped running, facing Debra who was blocking the exit. Debra was holding a camera in her hands and a smile on her face.

                "Debra!" Madeline squealed with tears.

                "Smile pretty, Madeline," said Debra.

                She held the camera to her eye to get a good view of Madeline.

                "Wait, I messed up my hair!" said Madeline, putting out her hands.

                Debra took the picture anyway. She took many pictures as Madeline busted through the doors and left the prom. Debra got plenty of pictures of the gross, sobbing mess Madeline became by the end of that night.