The story of them

I brushed my curly hair, pulling it back into a ponytail,
"Hey Becki, can I borrow that pink shirt you bought yesterday?"
Madeline asked me, looking into the mirror and examining herself. Borrow it, I thought to myself, you can have it. Turns out, if you go shopping with Ruthie and the girls as they called themselves, you have to buy everything pink. That's why when I wanted a yellow tank top, Ruthie yelled at me,
"Sure...." I say to Madeline who was looking at me hopefully,
"THANKS! This will look great with the tan I'm working on." She said, putting the shirt up to herself in front of the mirror.
"What are you wearing today?" she asked. I think the only thing I liked about Madeline is her modesty,
"I think I'll just sit around in my pajama's." I say,
"EWWW, they're like gray and you'll stink." Ruthie cut in, her new hot pink bikini looking fabulous on her.
"Well, I'm not going anywhere and I took a shower." I say, arguing a bit,
"You can live with yourself knowing a creeper might mistake you for one of them." she said back,
I looked at my outfit. My shirt had a ice cream stain from my ice cream pig out last night. My faded gray sweats were still a bit dirty since I had falled outside last night.
"Girls, let's go. The pool's going to open." Christine said, in her regular slightly boring voice. She had on a light pink swimsuit with white heart polka dots and her long legs were looking as pail as usual. Her hair had some hot pink highlights in it and was pulled up.
"I know Chrisine. Becki, you better change. WE can't be seen with a snob." said Ruthie, picking up her bag and leaving the room, Madeline and Christine trailing after her.
"Are they gone yet?" asked Rachel, who I had just noticed, missed the whole conversation,
"Yeah.." I said, sitting up in my bed.
"Awesome." said Rachel, stepping out of the bathroom, her hair tied up and she was wearing BLUE jeans and a GREEN panda shirt,
"Why didn't you go with them?" I ask,
"THEM! I said I wasn't feel good and wanted to stay here, then I ran into the bathroom, pretending I'm vomiting." she said, pulling out a lime green ipod.
"I thought you'd have a pink ipod?" I said, surprised.
She scoffed,"I hate pink!" she said
I looked a little confused,
"They just think I do," she answered.
"Why?" I ask again,
"Since......they wouldn't let me hang if I didn't"
I gave her a look saying I didn't believe it,
She continued, "Well then, here's what up. When I was 5, Ruthie Smittens was the "IT" girl. Every little girl wanted to be her friend but she had already chosen who she wanted her friends to be. I wasn't one of the girls who wanted to be her friend though. I wanted to play sports and skateboard. I did everything a little boy did. I slept in a race car bed but Ruthie didn't care. She decided I was supposed to be in her little "clique" so she made me. She had already told Madeline who was really gullible and didn't know any better. She never let me do what I wanted. Every girl envied/wanted to be her. After 2 years a new girl came, Christine. Ruthie was scared she might become some big popular girl so made her become one of her "Girls" too. Now, you're here and Ruthie did the same. Slowly she'll start realing you in Becki, and you won't be able to save yourself."
I listened as Rachel explained, her ipod playing quietly.
"How about the other people?" I asked, curiously,
"They have to watch and be her little prisoners." she answered me, her tone of voice was quiet and deep kind of like in those movies where  the main characters plan to catch the criminals or other guy.............

~just Becki
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