Um, I don't know what this is, but hopefully it's better than your final?
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Sophia started the blog mostly to get back at Chad for dumping her and for being a douchebag in general, which everyone agreed was a total valid reason, if not the best reason, for doing anything, ever.
Her first post was about how one of Chad's balls was bigger than the other, something she made up because she had not, thankfully, gotten far enough with him to verify whether that was true.
Her blog got so many hits that she continued posting random things she observed around the school (Hilarie is going out with Jeff Morgan! Genevieve dyed her hair in the chem lab with scented markers!) and soon she was being compared to Gossip Girl, which Sophia admitted was kind of cool, except she thought Gossip Girl was a chickenshit. Sophia owned up to everything she wrote. It's called responsible journalism.
Of course Katie ruined all of that for her when Sophia left her computer unattended for thirty seconds to help her mom unload groceries. By the time Sophia got back, Katie had already posted on her blog, "DANNEEL HARRIS IS A SKANK."
"What the hell, Katie!" Sophia went to delete the post but there were already sixty hits or so and someone in Danneel's posse probably screen-capped the whole thing.
"Bitch stole my parking spot," Katie explained.
"That doesn't make her a skank."
"Well, calling her a slut would be like saying the sky is blue, or Jared is gay. What's the point?"
"The point is, we don't make up lies on my blog! We just make the truth sound ridiculous and sarcastic!"
"How do you know Danneel isn't a skank? Have you even talked to her?"
Sophia hadn't, not really. They'd been in a group project together for History, but Sophia had mostly mumbled into her notes while Danneel was smart and organized and loud and mostly gorgeous.
And not at all skanky.
Sophia wasn't surprised when Danneel showed up at her locker the next morning. She didn't seem pissed off, and she didn't have her posse with her, but in her Manolo Blahniks and perfectly-applied makeup, her mere presence in the hallway was completely daunting.
"So you called me a skank," Danneel began.
"That was a mistake," Sophia said. "I'm so sorry about that. I deleted it right away."
Danneel gazed Sophia up and down, like she was trying to decide whether or not to slap her in the face, and even as Danneel was deciding whether or not to slap her in the face, Sophia couldn't help but think about kissing her.
"You've got balls," Dannel said, finally. "I like that."
"Uh. Okay. Thanks?"
"Do you like smoothies? You'll like smoothies. We'll have smoothies after class," Danneel said. The bell rang and she started down the hallway, looking back only when she realized Sophia wasn't following her. "Do you need a horse-drawn carriage, princess? C'mon, let's go."
"Right," Sophia replied, still half-dazed, and hurried after her.
You don't mess with Danneel Harris, and Sophia did like smoothies.
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Sophia started the blog mostly to get back at Chad for dumping her and for being a douchebag in general, which everyone agreed was a total valid reason, if not the best reason, for doing anything, ever.
Her first post was about how one of Chad's balls was bigger than the other, something she made up because she had not, thankfully, gotten far enough with him to verify whether that was true.
Her blog got so many hits that she continued posting random things she observed around the school (Hilarie is going out with Jeff Morgan! Genevieve dyed her hair in the chem lab with scented markers!) and soon she was being compared to Gossip Girl, which Sophia admitted was kind of cool, except she thought Gossip Girl was a chickenshit. Sophia owned up to everything she wrote. It's called responsible journalism.
Of course Katie ruined all of that for her when Sophia left her computer unattended for thirty seconds to help her mom unload groceries. By the time Sophia got back, Katie had already posted on her blog, "DANNEEL HARRIS IS A SKANK."
"What the hell, Katie!" Sophia went to delete the post but there were already sixty hits or so and someone in Danneel's posse probably screen-capped the whole thing.
"Bitch stole my parking spot," Katie explained.
"That doesn't make her a skank."
"Well, calling her a slut would be like saying the sky is blue, or Jared is gay. What's the point?"
"The point is, we don't make up lies on my blog! We just make the truth sound ridiculous and sarcastic!"
"How do you know Danneel isn't a skank? Have you even talked to her?"
Sophia hadn't, not really. They'd been in a group project together for History, but Sophia had mostly mumbled into her notes while Danneel was smart and organized and loud and mostly gorgeous.
And not at all skanky.
Sophia wasn't surprised when Danneel showed up at her locker the next morning. She didn't seem pissed off, and she didn't have her posse with her, but in her Manolo Blahniks and perfectly-applied makeup, her mere presence in the hallway was completely daunting.
"So you called me a skank," Danneel began.
"That was a mistake," Sophia said. "I'm so sorry about that. I deleted it right away."
Danneel gazed Sophia up and down, like she was trying to decide whether or not to slap her in the face, and even as Danneel was deciding whether or not to slap her in the face, Sophia couldn't help but think about kissing her.
"You've got balls," Dannel said, finally. "I like that."
"Uh. Okay. Thanks?"
"Do you like smoothies? You'll like smoothies. We'll have smoothies after class," Danneel said. The bell rang and she started down the hallway, looking back only when she realized Sophia wasn't following her. "Do you need a horse-drawn carriage, princess? C'mon, let's go."
"Right," Sophia replied, still half-dazed, and hurried after her.
You don't mess with Danneel Harris, and Sophia did like smoothies.