[Mandy's Diary at 17th y.o]
The events at Rebekah's party was something the kids here had forgotten about. But not for me. I would remember it for the rest of my life. Even the pain was still deep in my heart! Somehow, made me think Narnia was way much better than this world. Just imagine you met a portal to Narnia from a wardrobe. You would live happily with Mr. Tumnus, Aslan, all the creatures that were there. If Narnia were jam-packed with desperate teenagers, I didn't think Neverland was a problem. That place could make me a child—for who knows how long. Perhaps, forever.
See, now I'm starting to ramble.
I blew my bangs up, letting them flutter a little. I took a good look at my face in the mirror. At least I'd lost a lot of weight. I only weigh forty-five kilos. For The Most Wanted Girl, I supposed I'd fit into it if only I dyed my hair blonde or black. I guess I' was not too bad for the size of a popular girl. My skin was much more exotic than Rebekah's skin. I didn't have to spend millions of dollars to get some gorgeous tanned skin. My mother was a Bulgarian and she brought her skin color down to me.
I combed my hair with my fingers until it's neat. From the mirror, I saw Rebekah's image coming out of one of the booths, suddenly making me choke on my gastric juices. That bitch! If only I had the power to pay for what she did to me! My eyes widen in annoyance at her reflection in the mirror. It seemed that Rebekah didn't care about me. She shook her head, then walked gracefully to the sink next to me to fix her makeup.
"Look, Mandy Gilbert or whatever your name…." In the end, she turned her head to meet me. Her chin was erect a few inches, full of challenge.
Seriously, my fist wanted to fly right into her jaw. If only this whiny blonde girl hadn't cried in front of the principal and thus put me in detention, I would have been very happy to give Rebekah's face a bogey that somehow had been made up. My eyes wandered on her lips—looks like she's too obsessed with wanting to have sexy and plump lips like Angelina Jolie.
"I suggest you don't show your ugly nose in front of Justin again."
I spontaneously burst out laughing. Rebekah furrowed her brows seeing me laughing quite loudly. Even my voice hit the wall and the toilet glass. "Hell, he called you fake."
Rebekah's lips opened wide to a sarcastic reply that pierced her heart. You see, now, this Mandy was no longer under the feet of the popular students. It's about time I made a rebel gang.
A rebel gang? I didn't think having two members could count as a gang... But no need to worry, the important thing was that I would no longer be stuck in this school just because of the popular students' damn mouths!
"You're getting bold with me, Amanda."
"Guess what?" I shrugged. "I don't give a fuck." Then I gave a big smile and turned around. My hair was parted beautifully as if agreeing with me—giving the courage within me. It was unbeliable that I could refute Rebekah's trash talk! Both the angel and the devil over my shoulder even chuckled, high-fived each other giving me credit for my bravery to the Prom Queen.
But I'm sure Rebekah would teach me a hard lesson for my disrespectful and insolent words. However, as long as Patrick's brain was turned upside down and Mr. Krab was still a stingy crab, I would never give up on that fake girl—even if only she suddenly turned into Cruella.