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April 15, 2011

The beginning of a new chapter...

50 ways to annoy a girl like me…part four.

4. you make me hate you so much that I’ll be a part of a crazy scheme with an equally crazy girl, just to hurt you

‘There is nothing I do better than revenge’

-Taylor Swift ‘Better than Revenge’

So…after that interesting moment in the bathroom, my day went fairly quickly (although I didn’t really pay attention to anything at all really) until school ended. I was just waiting outside the school gates, totally unsure about what I should do. I know Ani had said I should meet her after school so she could ‘work’ on me (I can’t quite tell you how threatening that sounds), but I couldn’t quite tell if she had been serious. I mean every girl gets upset after a break up (some more than others admittedly), not to mention a little bit crazy-maybe she was embarrassed at letting me see all that excess upset and crazy, maybe she had been messing with me? Maybe it was just a big joke?

I was just mulling over my many questions when I was violently jolted from this reverie by a tap on my shoulder, I span round and was met with Ani’s perky figure and grinning face

“Hey!” she exclaimed “there you are! I’ve been looking all over for you! Here, my cars this way” she said all this, whilst taking hold of my arm and dragging me off in the direction of the school car park. And I let her. I couldn’t honestly tell you why, but I think (I repeat; I think) it was mainly curiosity. As she dragged me off she was talking all the time “I was so worried that you wouldn’t come, and I would have to find someone else, but you’re so perfect for it!”

We reached her car, it was a bright red convertible…and I have to get the bus, life really isn’t fair. She unlocked it and gestured to the front seat “there you go, we need to hurry though, because-and don’t take this personally-we have a lot of work to do” can I ask you how on earth I am not supposed to take that personally?

“Opps, too late” I said, more than a little sourly “anyway, I’ve been thinking about this and…what do you mean by ‘work’ on me?”

“A makeover, silly!” she cried, oh dear God. I was so stunned that when she pushed me towards the front seat I just flopped down onto it-I thought only eight year old girls did makeovers on each other, I’ve never had a makeover in my life, when I go to the hairdresser it’s a case of ‘could you just trim it?’ not ‘lets have something radical and life changing please’ so the idea of changing my appearance to any large amount is not one that appeals to me, I mean, what is the female obsession with changing their own appearance? Do they grow bored with looking at themselves in the mirror? Or is it something slightly more pathetic-do they think that just by changing their appearance they’ll ‘get’ the guy who they’ve been looking at for the past five months? Seriously, in my opinion, if a guy is only interested in you because you got a makeover that makes you ‘hot’…then the guy isn’t worth it, and the girl who did it? Just a bit insecure.

While all of this stuff was going through my head Ani had got in the car and drove off, and I was left feeling the way victims of a kidnap must feel.

Throughout the ride Ani prattled on about various things, and (more importantly) about various people. She was actually telling me who I should and who I shouldn’t talk to…

“Look, you might as well know that who you talk to is very important in becoming popular-which is what you are going to need to be so you can get Logan”

“Look yourself” I interrupted “I don’t care how amazing this makeover is-I’m still never going to be Logan’s type, I own brain cells” I paused before adding pointedly “no offense” to my surprise she laughed

“You’re right, I kind of deserved that”

“You think?” I spluttered

“Fine, I totally deserved that” she replied “but in my defense you might have noticed that I’m having a pretty bad day, but anyway, we’re here” I was surprised, we had pulled up at a fairly normal house. To go with the stereotype of perky pretty teenage girl who attracts every guy (and has such a expensive car)-I had assumed she was rich. I furrowed my brows

“Are you sure this is your house?” stupid question I know, but maybe she wanted to drop something up or pick something up.

“Yes” she smiled, then she looked at me “oh, you thought, because of the car, that I’m rich!” then she laughed (she seems to be doing rather a lot of that at me-I can’t say that I’m enjoying it!)

“Yes…” I replied, convincingly, not. “Because of the car”

“Well, it was a moving present, it’s easily the most expensive thing I own!” she giggled (that’s worse that laughing) “now, it’s makeover time!” oh dear.

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