Fanon:Life from a Mean Girl's POV

Monday, September 6th
The new year has started, and it's been great. I've gone to so many parties in the summer holidays. I waited outside for my boyfriend, Parker Langerak, to come to my house. It was raining today, and I didn't want to get my shoes wet. Ethan was asking why I wasn't coming with him. I just shrugged. Ethan is not a wannabe. He doesn't do stuff for me. I waited for Parker to lift me up over the puddles. He did so until we got to the school. I went into the main lobby, where Candy Ashleydale and Sofi Nelson were waiting for me. We talked about plans for future parties to throw, then I saw Michael Bachelor walk into the building. Michael is the perfect wannabe. He has a crush on me, and he tries to get on my good side by doing everything that I want. It's beautiful. I tell him that I'll invite him to my parties, but when we invite the wannabes, we make them do everything for us. I love to make him jealous, so I went up to Parker, who was chatting with Davy Linnell and kissed him in front of Michael. I looked at Michael's face and smirked at him. He looked unsurprised and upset. I walked back over to my friends and discussed the plans of the day.

My classes seemed to drag on forever. It was finally lunch time. I went to the cafeteria and sat down with my friends. Marie Idaho, a wannabe who is also the head cheerleader, asked if she could sit with me, so I told her to get me a lunch tray. She went over to the kitchen area, paid for my lunch tray, and delivered it to my table, then went to sit with the other wannabes. Life is sweet sometimes. Even though my mother only cares about my little sister, Rachel Bunch, life is still sweet. I tell my mum that I'm studying for tests when really I'm going out and partying, I want to be a model, and you don't need to pass exams to be a model. I'm pretty sure my mother is not supportive of me becoming famous, maybe because she's too fat to be a model.

When I got home, I went into my room and sat down. Suddenly the door opened and I yelled at the little brat in the doorway.

"Get out of my room Rachel!" I yelled at the 4-year-old

The brat cried. Darlene was just coming up the stairs and rolled her eyes at the spoiled brat. I slammed my door in shock. I heard Darlene groaning.

"Will that toddler ever shut up?" she yawned.

There was a knock on my door. I reluctantly opened the door. Dad was standing with Rachel. Darlene was still groaning at the scene.

"Why is Rachel crying?" he asked.

"Because she wouldn't get out of my bedroom!" I groaned impatiently.

"Keep the door open!" Dad scolded. "She needs to get used to the house."

"You never did that for me!" Darlene moaned.

"Yes, I did!" Dad lied.

"Dad, stop lying!" I yelled. "You didn't give this much praise to Arlo, or Darlene, or me! Not even Ethan. So why are you giving so much praise to Rachel?"

My dad stared at me with angry eyes. "You," he began, "Are grounded. Darlene, you too!"

I slammed my door in frustration and groaned loudly. I could hear Dad shouting in the hallway. "Keep the door open!" he yelled.