Well...last time I left you, I was going on about how conniving and heartlessly cruel others can be. I also went on to mention that this unfortunate bad luck streak began in high school. To top it off...Catholic High School. I want to start off by saying how I absolutely adore the skewed image people have of these academic establishments. For some odd reason, the opposite sex LOVES catholic school girls apparently because it triggers some sexual fantasy they long for. I laugh at that theory.

I won't deny it, though. Our image is basically good  girl on the outside, but bad bad girl on the inside which is actually hilarious. But before I lose focus, I'll get back to the task at hand. It started like this:

Freshman year. Tiny, skinny, extremely petrified of what this place had to offer me. Somehow managing to become fast friends with a couple of who are considered to be the "A List" people in there, I breathe relief. Very good progress and it's only the first day.

The days trickle by, turning into a few months. Loving the atmosphere and the girls who have warmly accepted me, somehow by some odd twist of fate, I meet Queen Zee (from now on QZ). She is, to sum it up in one word, strange. But we become quick friends, and it wil lremain that way for a while. It would become difficult, however, because although I was more into having fun and chasing after boys (the obvious past time of any high school chick) she was more into hitting the books and just daydreaming about the guys.

It would still work out, despite our differences. But not for much longer. QZ had confided in me that during her elementary school days she was all ga ga, falling on your face, nuts about this kid...we'll call him Billy....who was actually pretty cute. Informing me one day on our way home that we were about to run right into him, I look up and look him straight in the eye and smile and receive a smile in return. QZ of course, not knowing how to be cool in these situations is a blithering idiot i guess you would say, and starts babbling on and on about something or the other. Finally we each say our respective goodbyes and QZ and I continue our walk. She gives me a sideways look and tells me Billy looked interested, but I literally shrugged it off and I believe my exact response was: "Whatever."

A few days later.....QZ announces she is having conflicting feelings about Billy now that she has seen him again and does not know what to do. Listening patiently, I offer her my advice, which is to try to have an ormal conversation with the guy i mean, what's the worst that can happen? She looks at me like I have three heads, and that was the end of that conversation....so much for that. Walking to the bus stop one morning, I actually run into Billy myself and we get to talking for a bit. Even though we have an enlightening conversation (as enlightening as can be for 13 and 14 year olds) I cut it short and act evasive out of respect for my friend. Needless to say, that is not the point of view she saw it from later. Apparently, not only was I a horrible person, I didn't deserve to be in her company any longer. I think I actually cried myself to sleep that night because it was such a devastating blow (NOT). To be quite honest...I did not care.

By this time, we had befriended another girl, who I was starting to realize was much more fun, not to mention compatible with my interests. Her name will be Prima Donna..don't ask why. So after a few days passed, and I actually couldnt care less, QZ forgave me (even though I did nothing wrong) and now we were 3. We were Mary Jane, Queen Zee, and Prima Donna, and it did not work out.

Perhaps I should describe these newfound friends I once had to elaborate.

Queen Zee:   Rather short, plump (chubby side) extremely long, boring hair that did not do anything and we constantly complained was in dire need of a trim. Extremely smart, but I guess its because 90% of her free time was spent with her nose in a book while the other 10% was spent begging her unreasonably strict parents to let her walk down the street. Insane. Seriously. When it comes to guys: clueless. PD and I are her teachers. Would have had a rockin' social life if she was let out of her cell room a bit more often

Prima Donna:   also on the short side, has a real flare for cool, also spoiled. The kind of friend every mother hates because they claim she will poison your mind and convince you to engage in harmful activity. Also....extremely bad luck in the boy dept. and willing to do ANYTHING if it means she will be cool...and i mean ANYTHING. She would actually have the whole package if she wasn't so eager to please, slimmed down a few more, and had a clear complexion. (this might sound horrendous but I have to be brutally honest, dont I?)

Mary Jane:  im average height....cute (ugh) and pretty funny. The kind of friend every mother loves and wants her daughter to have because I always stick around and essentially dont poison your mind. pretty good luck when it comes to the opposite sex considering I'm ugh...cute, but I also don't get attached quite easily so if I do care about u its kind of a big deal. I actually have a few flaws I don't mind admitting as well....I was an average time bloomer but didnt really bloom till about junior year when I snagged my first and made-the-girls-green-with-envy boyfriend....as this progresses you will see more of my flaws.

Well...it was all rather weird to be honest. One day we are the 3 happiest girls, the next we're not. PD and I don't even know what happened that morning. By this time QZ had admitted she is way over Billy and gives me the green light to go ahead, which I politely decline, now that she has it in for another dude although she keeps insisting its ok. For me this translates to: "the more you continue to insist, the more you still like the guy." Yes, it actually got to the point where the friendly persistence became annoying. So one morning PD and me are waiting for QZ to show up and we're talking and giggling and having a ball probably at someone else's expense then QZ shows up with a grave look on her face. We think something's wrong and ask but she just ignores us and even yells at us and leaves by herself. She is NOT serious. Blowing US off? We look at each other obviously confused, but ignore it just blaming it on her dysfunctional family and make our way to school also.

We get the cold shoulder alllll day and for the rest of the week. Friday rolls around and QZ walks up to us and laughs, making up some lame story. I personally, am over it already and couldn't care less and PD doesn't want to hear it. The end of the line has come for QZ and I move on in a matter of seconds. PD and I go about our lives, and swear off weird people for the rest of our lives. We hate weirdos. Next year comes and goes and it's still Prima Donna and Mary Jane and it is cool by us and the huge circle of friends we share. We could not be more happier. We were free from having to baby someone, free from cutting our fun short to please one parent, free from basically anyone who wasn't one of us.

Ooooh but...how soon they forget. QZ would retaliate by giving us the occasional eye roll and nasty stare and we would laugh and scoff it off, willing her to personally say something, anything....didn't happen. What DID happen was that little MJ actually fooled around with Billy the summer after and rather enjoyed it. It was just a little retaliation on my part, and I was quite pleased with myself. So was PD and I made it a point of making it known to QZ what was going on, I mean, why hide it?

I guess I did it to finally prove I could, looking back I actually wish I hadn't but hey....whatever. what's done is done, and  PD had definitely done worst things than me...and the steamy details are coming up in a bit. I just hope u stick around.

For now..I'm done but i'l lleave u with a secret::

Upon her arrival from school everyday...it was required (not kidding, an actual rule) that QZ call her mom and report she is home everyday. If she called a minute pass 3:00 she was automatically held as repsonsible for doing something wrong and was immediately punished. There would be no phone, no internet, and she would be taken to school by her crazy father for a week. One day she cracked and came to school hysterical, swearing she was going to run away. Needless to say...no one paid attention.

Nite,

~~~>Mary Jane<~~~