I entered the cafeteria for lunch; I overheard Joanne scolded a new freshman.
“Like, where did you get that dress? From like the thrift shop!” The students in the cafeteria laughed.
Someone should give her a taste of her own medicine. She shouldn’t treat people that way.
Joanne was dainty, with blue eyes, long golden hair,and had a fit body; not to mention spoiled. Did I mention spoiled? She was Jefferson High’s own Miss Preppie. She talked down to everyone who was not “like” in her circle of friends. Joanne and her crew worn trendy fashions and sit at the table in the center of the cafeteria so they could be seen.
I walked past the atrocity and set down with Alice who was overweight, Paul who was a nerd in every since of the word; slide rule and dorky glasses. Kathy was one who tried her hair spiked, dyed, and at one time no hair at all. I think she was just trying to find herself. I wore all black. I didn’t care if anyone saw me or not. We set at a table in the back of cafeteria so we wouldn’t get tainted by the rich scum of our school. We were considered the geeks, outcasts, lowlife frivolity.
Standing on her table, Joanne announced, “Like, hello. I am throwing a pregame party at my house in six weeks. Invitations are in the mail. As you know, everyone will be there. No hood rats, geeks and want-to-be models are allowed. Remember that!” She looked right at our table and smirked.
Applauses rang out across the cafeteria.
She makes me sick. I just want to throw up on her.
I gestured it by putting my finger down my throat. Paul noticed the gesture.
“You want to get even?”
“How,” I asked.
Boy would I. That would just make my day.
Paul leaned across the table. Kathy and Alice sat nearby. I kept my position, sitting with my back against my chair.
This has to be good.
“Why don’t you infiltrate her circle of friends and humiliate her in front of the student body.”
“Are you CRAZY? That mean I have to get close to her...yuck.”
Paul whispered the plan to us. I wasn’t happy with the plan at first but I went with it. Weeks went by and Operation Take Over was in affect. I dressed like Joanne. I even dyed my hair brown and put on makeup. I stayed clear of Joanne while my friends groomed me to walk and talk like her.
When the time was right, I accidentally bumped into her as if I were a new student. She invited me to sit at her table during lunch. She didn’t know me; at least not dress the way I was. She introduced me to her circle of friends and to her boyfriend Chad. Chad made eyes at me. I couldn’t resist; I secretly won him over. Throughout that time Joanne revealed to me her most private secret; she was bulimic. I convinced her to try my weight loss bars, which were not; they helped her gain weight. My father brought them from Europe when he was stationed there. She couldn’t read the label, so they were perfect for the sabotage. Joanne ate those bars for two weeks and gained lots of weight. For her own pregame party, she had to wear sweat pants. Everyone laughed at her. I walked in with her boyfriend.
“Joanne like you are a mess. You have like gain a ton of weight. Perhaps you should visit like Jennie Craig or something.”
Chad kissed me in front of her and we walked off together.
After weeks of not seeing the old gang, I ran into Paul and told him, “Operations Take Over was like a success.” He looked at me and asked me, “Who are you?”
Was he high? I was his friend. Did he bump his head or something?
“I am like your friend. Why would you ask me something like that?”
“You have turned into Joanne. Look at yourself. This was supposed to be about her. You have turned it into being about yourself. You are Joanne.”
What have I done?
My friend was right. I have spent so much time being around Joanne I became her.
Evil communications does corrupt good morals. Please God forgive me...
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