“You can go now.” Said their grumpy teacher Mrs Frank. Jackie grinned grabbed her bag and joined the mad rush for the door. Today was the day, at exactly eight o’clock tonight she would be singing and dancing to the live music of Hanson. She, Natalie and her three friends, Izzy, Jane and Helen were catching the bus back to their house and then they’d leave at about five to the entertainment center. They wanted to get there early so they could get their seats, they were reserved anyway but who cared. “Hey Jacks!” called out Izzy Waving to her. The others smiled and said hello when she got there. “Natalie won’t be joining us just yet I see.” Jackie said glancing over to where Natalie was talking and doing some very suggestive gestures with a group guys from the boys school next door. “So what else is new?” Helen said rolling her eyes. No one in the entire school liked Natalie and she had probably the worst reputation anyone could have, it was even beneath all the coolie sluts to talk to her and that was saying a lot. Most lunches Natalie snuck over to the boys school and ate with them.
“I can’t believe you guys are sisters and twins no less.” Jane said looking at Nat and then looking at her. “What can I say except that I keep expecting my parents to jump out from a corner and tell me that I was adopted or switched at birth.” It was true she was so different that she had no doubt that something went funny when they were born. “Oh well, I suppose it’s good at least one of you is nice.” Izzy said. Jackie smiled and they continued to talk about nothing in particular till the bus showed up.
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“Jacks, how do I look?” Helen asked looking at Jackie expectantly.
“Helen, you’re asking someone who’ll probably end up wearing jeans to the formal.” Jackie said not looking up from the Smash Hits magazine she was reading. Helen was well, obsessed with making sure she was always wearing the right clothes, she was like Cher from Clueless except she wasn’t a bimbo.
“I like it.” Said Izzy walking from the bathroom. She had her dead straight brown hair up in a loose bun and was wearing a pair of jeans and a X-files t-shirt.
“Your not wearing those are you?” Helen asked looking at Izzy’s jeans with disgust.
“Well I’m not wearing that!” she exclaimed looking at Helen’s bright white skin tight dress.
“Why what’s wrong with it?” she asked giving Izzy her famous death look.
“Guys!” Jackie exclaimed, “Just let each other wear what they want to wear. OK?” they nodded but each went to opposite sides of the room from each other. Izzy and Helen were always fighting about clothes.
“Where’s Jane?” Helen said looking up from her magazine.
“Probably outside flirting with the fuckwit.” Jackie said.
“Hang on I thought she liked Paul not Murray?” Izzy said.
“Yeah but remember, Paul is the Fuckwit and Murray is the Dickflem.” Jackie said simply. They nodded as Jane walked through the door with an angry look on her face.
“What’s up?” Jackie asked.
“Don’t ask” was her simple reply. Out of all of then Jane was probably the most pretty with her lustrous long curly red hair and her pale skin and her voluptuous figure, she was very popular with the guys, thankfully it didn’t go to her head. Helen had the best figure which explained why she could wear all the clothes she did. Her face was rather plain though her body and her knee length blonde hair suited her perfectly and were the most gorgeous things about her. Izzy was a lot like a skinner version of herself. Except Izzy didn’t have the frizzy locks of curls that Jackie did and she could get away with wearing tighter clothes than she did.
“You guys ready to go?” said Matt coming in, he had agreed to drive them to the venue although he didn’t look too happy about it.
“Yeah we are but I dunno about Nat.” Jackie said standing up.
“I’m ready.” Came her voice as Nat walked in. She was wearing a silverchair t-shirt and a pair of black jeans and a pair of boots. Jackie thanked the lord she wasn’t wearing her Marilyn Manson t-shirt, now that would be embarrassing.
“Okay well lets go.” Matt said heading for the door.
“Hope you enjoy the poof concert!” called out Murray from where he was sitting watching TV.
“Die Dickflem!” Kate called back at him and closed the door quickly before he had a chance to retort her.
