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 harvest hunnyNeoholic
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Drama Queens - A Story by Harvest Hunny This story will be based off of real-life experiences, with some not-real twists, such as the main character having a lesbian as a best friend. The characters' names in this story are real though, such as Samantha, Tori, Brandon, and a few other people. Real-life experiences include Samantha's bitching, Tori being the rudest girl alive, etc, etc. This story will be rated strictly twelve years of age and up because of major swearing and mature content. Some of this was also based off the movie Mean Girls, and a book by Lauren Miracle, The Fashion Disaster that Ruined My Life - quiet a funny read. Despite all of this, enjoy the story. It will (in my opinion) be a very funny read. :D This message was edited by Harvest Hunny on Mar 03 2009. ------------------- ...because everybody's gotta die sometime.
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harvest hunny Neoholic
total posts: 11301 since: Feb 2007 |
Feb 23, 09 at 12:56am |
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I: Oh, lol, that’s fine!
I looked over at the Populars’ table. There, they all sat. Samantha, Tori, Ashley, Brooke, Hannah, and about three hundred other girls, and all the jocks. Well, you know what I mean, there weren’t really three hundred other girls. But there were a lot of them. Even though we were three tables away, I could still hear them all talking away, about what happened at yesterday’s cheerleading practice after school. They were giggling and talking superloud. “I know!” Samantha gushed. “Oh, God, that was sooo funny! But are you okay, Tori? You’re not hurt or anything?” “No,” Tori giggled. “It was just a fall from that stupid pyramid.” More giggling. “Hey, Teri,” someone said. I could hear fingers snapping. “Earth to Teri! Come in, Teri!” I looked back at my best friend, Kia. “Oh, sorry, what?” Kia rolled her blue eyes, and flipped her too-long bangs out of her eyes. “Wishing you could be one of them, again, huh?” She poked a straw through the tin-foil circle in her juice box, and took a sip out of it. “Jeez, Teri. If I were you, I wouldn’t want to be a bitch.” “They’re not bitches,” I said, staring at the crowded table, again. “Sure, they’re rude and dress like bitches, but that doesn’t mean they are bitches.” Kia rolled her eyes again and popped a grape in her mouth. “Well, I suppose you can think that. But remember, you’re not the one who they hate just because you’re a lesbian, and deep inside you think Samantha is hot.” I knew this story well enough. Back in the seventh grade, when I had met Kia, we had instantly become friends. Kia was a very unusual person. She dressed in crazy outfits, like rainbow socks and frilly black skirts, and listened to a variety of music, ranging from Avril Lavigne to Brokencyde. The thing is, at our sleepovers, Kia never talked about cute boys with me. Instead, she talked about all the girls she considered to be “hot.” Samantha was one of them. After she admitted to me she was a lesbian, Kia decided to chase after Samantha day by day. She’d talk about Samantha endlessly, and wanting to be her friend so badly. Kia attempted to become friends with Samantha, but Samantha did not feel the same way back. Claiming she was “super-mature,” she already had a steady boyfriend. Kia was crushed. Feeling so much rage and anger on the inside, Kia decided she did not like Samantha anymore. Kia basically harassed Samantha over IM, in school, and even started doing graffiti in the washrooms. It was funny, since Kia does not get this angry that often. That was in middle school. Now that we’re into our second week of high school, many things have changed. Samantha has a larger group of friends, and has dyed her hair bleach blonde. Personally, I think she looks better as a brunette, and Kia thinks so, too. Samantha is also trying out for the cheerleading squad, and, if this is even possible, she seems a little bit nicer to Kia. Samantha has been nice to me in middle school, since somehow, we became friends in the sixth grade. In elementary school, we weren’t friends at all. She was in all of my classes, and always gave me snooty looks. But in middle school, she was in my class, and she was assigned to sit with me in homeroom. Somehow, we had hit it off. We had sleepovers every Friday, and even went out to the mall on some weekends. But that was before I met Kia. Now that we’re all in the ninth grade, everybody has their own cliques. The cafeteria is in its own arrangement. Near the door, the math-nerds take up the two tables. Going clockwise, next to them are the Goths and emos. Next to them, are the hippies and activists. Then there are the average people, like me. Kia would fit in perfectly with the activists or the Goths, but she’s loyal to me, and goes where ever I go. Next to us, there’s the Populars, and next to them are the jocks. Lastly, we have the Others, people who do not fit in with any other category in our cafeteria. This includes: Overly religious people, people from other countries, rap-fanatics, gamers, gangsters, and disabled people. “Well, I guess you’re right. Come on, let’s get to class early,” Kia said. She stood up, and brushed the crumbs off her pale pink tank top with black flowers printed on the sides. She adjusted her pink and white polka-dotted headband, , and picked up her tray. She was wearing her usual get-up, a black frilly skirt, knee-high rainbow socks, and pink Converse high-tops with loose laces. Her makeup that day was pink eye shadow, black mascara, and clear lip gloss. On anyone else, that outfit would have looked stupid, but on Kia, it looked amazing. Sometimes, I feel so boring compared to her. For example, that day, I was wearing a simple, white Avenged Sevenfold shirt, skinny jeans, and running shoes. I wasn’t wearing any makeup like Kia was, and my hair was in a simple ponytail. I followed Kia to the trash cans, and we dumped our leftovers into the correct bins. Paper, plastic, glass. We had to pass the Populars’ table on the way out, but Kia didn’t seem to mind. I did, though. I can’t stand them all looking at me, giving me the same Oooh, she’s friends with Kia the Lesbo! look. But since Kia’s quite used to people laughing at her and not accepting her for her sexuality, she doesn’t even look back at them. I dared to sneak a quick glance at Samantha and Company before heading into the hallway, and I saw them crowding together for a picture with Tori’s pink digital camera. I saw a flash, and they all giggled. “Ewww, I look terrible! Tori, delete it!” Ashley shrieked. “No, you look fine, Ash!” Tori disagreed. “Ooh, I look so good! This is going on Facespace!” “Nooo!” Samantha giggled. Then she looked at me, and whispered something to Tori, who looked at Kia and me. “Hey!” Tori called out. “Hey, Lesbo-girl!” I looked at Kia, who didn’t turn around. I could see her shaking her head. “Excuse me! Excuse me, Kia, we’re calling you!” Samantha yelled. Kia quickly stuck up her middle finger at them, and pushed the door open and held it for me. When we were safely in the hall, she started giggling. “Oh, God!” she exclaimed. “Did you see that, Teri? I gave them the finger!” “That was very, uh, brave of you,” I said. “Come on, let’s go.” * * * After school, Kia and I walked home together, as usual. Kia had her iPod out, and was jamming, in her own little world. I could faintly hear some of Brokencyde’s screamo. I rolled my eyes, and wished I had brought my iPod along. Too bad I had left it at home, charging. Kia took her earphones out, and turned the iPod off. “So, Teri, MSN at four?” I nodded. “As usual, Kia.” Kia nodded, satisfied by my answer. “Oh yeah, tomorrow’s Friday. Ask your mom if you can come over my house for a sleepover, okay?” “Okay,” I said. “I’m not doing anything else, anyways.” I realized we were close to my stop. As usual, I would cross the road, and Kia would keep going. It was like our routine. “Well, see you tomorrow, Kia.” I waved to her as I crossed the road. Kia waved back, and put her earphones back in. I could hear her singing along to the music as she walked into the distance. Typical Kia, I thought. I walked home, hands in my pockets, head down as usual, so I could look where I was going. I passed a newspaper stand, and the headline read: Murder Suspect Caught. Oooh, interesting. When I reached my house, I fished my key out of my bookbag, and let myself in after grabbing the mail. The house was empty, as it usually was when I got home. I heard the sound of my puppy running down the stairs, excited for me being home. “Hi, sweetie,” I said, patting her on the head. I let her outside in the backyard, and went into the kitchen to grab myself a snack. I put the grapes in a plastic bowl, and headed upstairs to my room. I looked around, and everything was the way I had left it this morning. My Apple laptop was sitting on my desk, my bed with the wolf quilt was made, and everything was tidied up. Satisfied, I sat down at my desk chair, and flipped the laptop open. Everything loaded up quickly, and my desktop showed. My MSN logged me in automatically, and a popup popped up in the bottom right-hand corner. I clicked it, and a conversation took place. Sammie<3 says: Heeey!  Teri Terror says: Hi Samantha. Sammie<3 says: How are you? I saw you and ur friend Kia today at lunchTeri Terror says: I’m fine. Yes, I saw you at lunch, too, with all your little friends. Sammie<3 says: Lol, there not my “little” friends!!!  Sammie<3 says: so, are u doing anything tomorrow? Teri Terror says: Yeah, I’m probably going to sleep over at Kia’s. Why? Sammie<3 says: Oh, I was just wondering if u wanted to hit the mall with me and Ash... Teri Terror says: Oh, I’d love to do that, but I like sleepovers with Kia better than shopping... Sammie<3 says: Oh, lol, that’s fine! well, it’s ur choice. I g2g now, bye-bye! <3 Sammie<3 is now offline. [size=1][color=#666666]This message was edited by Harvest Hunny on Apr 18 2009. ------------------- ...because everybody's gotta die sometime.
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Smileygirl Certified Pie Alchemist
seek-o-holic     total posts: 917 since: May 2008 |
 Feb 23, 09 at 4:10am |
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Hurray for Marir's new story.  So far, my favorite character is Kia. Can I has her socks plz? :_: ------------------- With the powers of ice cream and pie, two alchemists will open a world-famous dessert shop. | |
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harvest hunny Neoholic
total posts: 11301 since: Feb 2007 |
Feb 23, 09 at 2:50pm |
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Lulz, here you go:
  Next chapter should be up in a couple of days. :3 COMMENT PLEASE OR I WILL KICK YO AY-ESS. ...  ------------------- ...because everybody's gotta die sometime.
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Kaiti Every inch we get we need a mile more
true seeker (2K Remix)    since: Jun 2007 |
 Feb 23, 09 at 7:46pm |
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I have those socks.
Love the story, extremely long, though. .___.; Honestly I tl;dr. /epic | |
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Kathrine Meow, Fools. =3
mad messenger     total posts: 310 since: Nov 2008 |
 Feb 23, 09 at 11:02pm |
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Your story is super awesome. Lol, I love those socks. XD
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RebeccaScene Life's a bitch, be it's Pimp.
s-e-e-k-e-r  total posts: 1554 since: Apr 2007 |
Feb 24, 09 at 7:11pm |
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Awesome.
I'm enjoying Kia. =D She sounds like an awesome person. =D -------------------  Sasquatch likes to move it move it. ♥ | |
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harvest hunny Neoholic
total posts: 11301 since: Feb 2007 |
Feb 24, 09 at 7:28pm |
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thx guys ur all awsum lol
o ya b ware of swearing in dis chap lolII: Kia The next day during last period Math class, Kia and I sat together, as usual, in the back of the room. Mr. Roberts was at the chalk board, instructing us on how to build a triangle using a compass and a protractor. Hardly anybody was actually interested in this lecture. Kia and I were passing notes to each other. K: So, did your mom say you could come over tonight? T: Yeah, my sleepover stuff is in my backpack. K: AWESOME!!! T: Hahaha yeah. K: Kay so, I have a bunch of new music that we can listen to and a new video game I can show you =D We can also play dress-up with my clothes. T: XD Okay. What kind of new music did you download? K: A bunch of Coheed and Cambria, I got an iTunes gift card the other day. I bought an album, and I still have some iTunes money left. T: I love Coheed! =D K: Same. So, don’t you think Mr. Roberts’ pants look a little tight? T: ... Mr. Roberts turned around, and I shoved the note in the desk. He didn’t seem to notice Kia and I trying to hold back our giggles, so he called on Tori (who is unfortunately in my Math class) for the answer to a question I didn’t hear. I looked across the room at Tori, who was staring blankly at the chalk board. “Um, sorry, sir, but could you repeat the question?” Tori asked politely. I find it so ironic she talks nice to teachers, but whenever she talks to The Losers or anyone who isn’t a Popular, she uses this really snobby, irritating voice. Thank God Tori hardly ever talks to me. “No, because you weren’t paying attention,” Mr. Roberts replied sternly. “Kianna, would you be kind enough to help our friend Tori with the answer?” “Um,” Kia said. “Perpendicular lines.” “Thank you for casting your great beam of knowledge upon us, Kianna!” Mr. Roberts praised. “That was such a simple answer, Tori. How about you stop passing notes with Ashley and pay attention? Report cards are coming up in a month, you know.” And on and on he droned. He went on about report cards, then finally switching over to perpendicular lines again, whatever the hell those were. K: GOD, I HATE BEING CALLED KIANNA. T: At least your middle name isn’t Anne. “Teri Anne! Come here this instant!!” K: Hahahaha!!! =D T: How’d you get the answer anyways? K: I guessed tbh. T: Oh Kia. *shakes head* K: What, Teri Anne? T: >____> K: *insert that 4chan face I use on MSN all the time* T: K, I think we’d better stop with passing notes now. The other side of the paper is getting filled up. K: Okay. Kia and I decided to pay attention the rest of the class, and when the bell finally rang, we got up, and as if we were in total sync, we walked out of class, holding our binders, and walking to our lockers, as if we were one person. Our lockers are beside each other, and across the hall, Samantha’s, Ashley’s, Tori’s, and Brooke’s lockers are there. Sometimes, Kia and I hang around for another few minutes, listening in on what the Populars have to say about the whole day’s classes. Today, this is what we heard: “Ewww, my hair is sooo messed up!” - Samantha “No, Sam, your hair looks just fine,” - Tori “Oh no!” - Ashley “What, Ash?” - Brooke “I HAVE ANOTHER PIMPLE. EWWWW!!!!” - Ashley Giggles - Me and Kia. The Populars were checking themselves out in their locker mirrors, the cheap kind you get at the Dollar store. Ashley was freaking out about her pimple, Brooke was calming her down, Tori was complaining she needed braces, but braces were for “nerds”, Samantha was complaining she needed to re-dye her hair. Typical, typical Populars. Kia rolled her eyes. “Teri, I’m getting bored.” “Yeah, let’s go.” I followed Kia down the hall, and out the stairwell. I could feel Samantha’s eyes on us, and I overheard her telling Tori, “I talked with The Lesbo’s friend on MSN last night.” “Ewww? Really?” That was Tori, in her snobby voice again. “But she’s such... a nerd!” “Yeah, she kind of is. I invited her to the mall with Ashley and me today, but she’d rather have a sleepover with The Lesbian.” Samantha snorted. Tori started laughing. “Hey! Kia! Teri! Come over here for a second!” Kia looked at me, and I shrugged. We turned around, but didn’t step any closer to the Populars. Tori started snickering. “So, I hear you two are having a sleepover tonight. Am I right?” Kia crossed her arms and gave Tori a look that plainly said, Shut the hell up and go suck my dick, will you? “Yes, Teri and I are having a sleepover. Would you like to join us?” The last words were sarcastic. “Oh, no thank you,” Tori said politely, “I like my sleepovers to be, um, normal. I don’t want any girls kissing me or sexing me up.” Kia’s cheeks turned bright red. “What the hell did you just say?” I decided to step in. “Excuse me, Tori, but I’ll have you know that Kia and I aren’t, err, dating or anything, so I suggest you shut up, okay?” “Oh, so you’re not dating?” Tori questioned. “Huh. Then why are you two always... together?” Kia took my hand and squeezed it. “Because Teri and I are BFF’s, that’s why.” Tori looked at Samantha. They burst into laughter. Kia stood there, her cheeks still bright red. She was clearly pissed off. “You mean... BLF?” Samantha suggested, recovering from her giggles. “Best Lesbians Forever?” Kia’s eyes widened, and she let go of my hand. She ran right up to Samantha, grabbed her shoulders, and pushed her against a locker. “Kia!” I exclaimed. “Kia, no!” Samantha shrieked. “Get off of me, you freaking lesbian!” I ran over, and pulled Kia away. Kia was seething in rage and screaming at Samantha, something like I’m not the *bleep*ing slut around here, am I? I don’t think I’m so cool just because I dyed my hair, have a gajillion friends and a boyfriend! Samantha shrieked in fear, and I pulled Kia off of her. I pushed Kia away. “Samantha! Oh my God, are you okay?” “Eeeeee!” Samantha screamed. “Ewewew! Get off of me!” I stepped back. Samantha slapped herself a few times, as if she were brushing herself off. “Ew! Tori! That freaking lesbian! She touched me!” Samantha screeched. “Ew!” Kia growled under her breath. There were several people still around, but no teachers, thankfully. A crowd was gathering around Samantha, and that meant Kia and I had to leave, fast. If Samantha started talking about what happened, she would point out Kia, and people would follow us all the way to Kia’s. If Kia was not there, then no one would be after her, and by Monday, we’d all forget about it. I took Kia by the hand, and we silently went down the stairwell, and started running out the door. When we got outside, Kia started laughing. “Kia, what’s so funny?” I asked her. Kia clutched her sides, and I could see her fillings in her teeth. “Oh, God! That was just so funny!” She giggled some more, and then calmed down. “Samantha looked so freaked out, like I was going to bite her or something. Dude, that was just so funny!” I snickered. “Yeah, that was kind of funny... actually, really funny... the way she screamed... and Tyler wasn’t there to help her.” Tyler is Samantha’s current boyfriend. “What a little drama queen, huh?” “Yeah. She is such a fag.” Kia rolled her eyes. “Let’s stop at the store on the way to my house, we need junk to have a proper sleepover.” Kia took out her iPod, handed me an earphone, and I put it in my left ear, Kia put the other one in her right. She turned it on, and since it was a Touch, she poked around with her thumb, and finally some music turned on. It was Avenged Sevenfold’s song Afterlife, and since Kia and I are both Avenged Sevenfold fans, we sang along. We headed the usual way, and the grocery store was a stop to Kia’s. We both has money, so we combined it to buy two large M&M bags, a large bag of Sweet Chili Spice Doritos, and two small bottles of Mountain Dew. Giggling, we headed back outside, and continued the ultimate journey to Kia’s house. [size=1][color=#666666]This message was edited by Harvest Hunny on Apr 18 2009. | |
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RebeccaScene Life's a bitch, be it's Pimp.
s-e-e-k-e-r total posts: 1554 since: Apr 2007 |
Feb 25, 09 at 9:54pm |
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cute~
lol, I have a friend named Samantha and she is kinda a snob sometimes. When I read, I see it like a movie, and Samantha is Samantha. xD ------------------- Sasquatch likes to move it move it. ♥ | |
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IronFistQueen Dance is life. <3
NeoXtreme  total posts: 8877 since: Dec 2007 |
Feb 28, 09 at 9:56pm |
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Marie this is so good(:
I really want someone, mainly Kia, to punch that Samantha bitch in the face. Continue, pwease?? | |
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Zerevor Arms spread wide on the starboard bow
mad messenger total posts: 342 since: Dec 2008 |
Feb 28, 09 at 10:26pm |
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Holy shit!
I usually hate Writer's Lounge crap but I REALLY want you to post more. NAO!-------------------  | |
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harvest hunny Neoholic
total posts: 11301 since: Feb 2007 |
Mar 02, 09 at 1:27am |
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Next chapter should be up in a few days, hopefully by Thursday. I've been busy, but at least I can plan out chapter three.
!AND THX ZEREVOR BUT R U SAYING MY WORK IS CRAP IF SO DATS OK ITS GUD 2 HAS CONTRUCTIVE CRITICISM
------------------- ...because everybody's gotta die sometime.
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Zerevor Arms spread wide on the starboard bow
mad messenger total posts: 342 since: Dec 2008 |
Mar 02, 09 at 5:26pm |
I'Z NOT SAYIN UR WORK IS CRAP I SAYIN THAT MOST STUF IN RITER'S LOUNG IS CRAP------------------- | |
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Circe It's always the quiet ones.
Neo or Bust  since: Nov 2006 |
Mar 03, 09 at 4:08am |
quote Zerevor  This is really good though. I like the variety of character's, they're all so different. And rainbow socks rock! <3 Write more soon! I can't wait to see what surprises lie ahead. =] ------------------- Thousands turn out to protest global warming.
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Kamikaze Still Seekin'
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Mar 03, 09 at 7:27am |
quote Harvest Hunny  This is a great story. Being a male seems so much easier. quote IronFistQueen
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