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That's What I Would Say


High School sucks. That's what Stacie would say. She did not care if she had only been in high school for only half a day. It sucked, enough said.

Running into the girls' bathroom, the popular freshman pulled out some sanitary wipes from her purse and began scrubbing at her skin until it became red and raw. Dropping the wipes into the sink, she realized how stupid she was behaving.

Exiting out of the bathroom, she hurried out to the back of the school. The blonde flew up to the mid-section of the bleachers. Burying her face in her hands, Stacie began to weep. Thinking of all the time she had mistreated her unpopular classmates during middle school, she realized she had gotten a taste of her own bitter medicine.

She had barely experienced the humiliation of getting garbage spilled all over her for more than a second, but it was enough for her to want to surrender her crown as a prissy princess, just so she would never have to live through that kind of embarrassment again. Being publicly dumped by her so-called boyfriend at the end-of-school-year dance last summer was already enough. Eating lunch by the dumpsters was taking one step too far.

"Stacie?"

The blonde looked up, startled. A gasp escaped from her candy pink lips, as she tried to carefully wipe away her tears.

"Sorry," she muttered. "I didn't think anyone was here." She stopped rubbing her eyes and stared at a shaggy-haired boy standing beside her. It was the guy she partnered with for the school's dance competition.

"Don't worry about it," he replied. "Are you okay?"

The moment he asked that question, Stacie forgot what she had been upset about. All she could think about was that dance competition. She was not sure what her intentions were when she said she was his partner. Maybe she was trying to get back at her ex-boyfriend. Maybe because she was trying to prove that you did not have to be popular to be awesome.

Whatever the reason was, she had the time of her life for those five minutes. For those five minutes, she got to be herself without worrying about sticking to the status quo.

"I'm fine… It's Russell, right?" He nodded his head. Then there was a long period of silence. Great, she thought. Now what? "So… you still have that coma picture?" Stacie asked curiously, trying to make conversation.

"Nah," he answered. "Not with me. I got this picture now, remember?" Russell pulled out his wallet, and opened it up to reveal a photograph of him and Stacie winning the competition trophy.

"Oh," she said softly. "Right."

"You know," he started, flaring his nostrils out in his usual adorable manner. "There's a dance on Friday…" Stacie stared up at him.

"Sure, I'll go with you." He stared back in disbelief.

"Really?" She nodded.

"Sweet!" he exclaimed. Then he sat down next to Stacie. She smiled as Russell leaned in to kiss her. Maybe high school doesn't suck after all. That's what Stacie would say.


The End


13 August 2007