Guess what the Angels have done now! The Unicorns are throwing the hottest boy-girl party of the year, and the Angels have gone and planned one for the same night! And on top of that, they're trying to steal our guests and our cool ideas. (Don't listen to them when they say the same things about us. They're lying.)
I didn't want to have to play dirty, but the Angels aren't giving us any choice. Whatever it takes, we're going to make sure that the unicorn party id the only party that anyone who's anyone go's to - anyone but the Angels, that is. Maybe the Angels will finally learn their lesson: Don't try competing with a Unicorn.
Elizabeth closed her textbook with a smack. "Don't even try to act like it's just some coincidence you're having you're party on Friday night," she said angrily. "I'm sure you found out about our plans, and that's why you changed yours. It figures one of the requirements for being a Unicorn is having absolutely no morals!"
"We have planty of molars - I mean, morals," I snapped back.
"Well, stealing our Friday night is a horrible thing to do!" Elizabeth shot back, tossing her pen onto the desk.
"Can we help it if we picked the same night as you?" I cried.
"Yes - you could change it," Elizabeth replied. "But you'd never do that. You're a Unicorn, and being a Unicorn means being nasty and unfair!"
"Is that so?" I could feel my heart pounding. "Well, if it's so horribly aweful being a Unicorn, then how come Mandy quit your boring, goody-goody club to come back to ours!"
Elizabeth's face fell. "I'm trying to study, so would you please go?"
I slowly turned around and walked out the door, my heart beating furiously. The fights between the Angels and the Unicorns in the past were pretty bad, but I had a feeling we hadn't seen anything yet. The real war was about to begin.