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Veronica: Totally gag me this lab is becoming so ridiculous, I mean do I really have to do it you guys? I have a manicure scheduled and I don’t want to go in there smelling like a human barf bag, I mean I have to have some dignity.
Angela (with a roll of her eyes): Veronica as we have told you before this is not our choice, if you want to leave then just go, I mean I would much rather to going for a ten mile jog then sitting here poking frogs with sharp utensils but I am not (voice begins to elevate) sitting here compla…. (cut off by loudspeaker)
Intercom/Loudspeaker voice: Attention students of Dunbar Senior High School this is your executive principal Mr. Fleishman, I would like to make the announcement to both students and teachers alike that our President Ronald Reagan has been shot following his speech at the Washington Hilton Hotel to the people of AFL-CIO. We ask that everyone remain in a calm manor and we assure you if any new information is presented we will notify you. We ask that until then you remain in your classroom and continue with your activities, this may take an extensive period of time and we would like all students to be accounted for if any further problems occur. Sorry for the inconvenience, please continue with classes.
Margaret: Did they just say the speech for the American Federation of Labor and Congress of Industrial Organizations? My parents are both attending that, what if they were hurt; it’s a fifty percent chance that they may have been hurt if they were walking out while talking to the boss.
Tabatha: Yes that is what they said the speech was at the Washington Hilton Hotel. (Quickly looks back down at note book)
Veronica: Omgosh you actually listen to that garbage, I mean barf me all I heard was “blah blah blah” of Mr. Fleishman, I mean doesn’t he honestly think that we all listen to that horrible piece of junk they call daily news. Wow maybe you don’t actually have a life; I mean what do you even do after school? Sit at home and make mean comments?
Angela: Veronica? What’s with the tude?
Margaret: Umm, (gasps for air), you guys where’d I put my inhaler? I always get so nervous *gasp* when Donna and George *gasp* go away *gasp*
Tabatha: (doesn’t make eye contact just hands inhaler) Here, I found it.
Margaret: (takes deep breath from inhaler) I guess….that’s what comes when your parents abandoned you. I mean abandon isn’t the word they couldn’t financially aid the typical fifteen million dollars the average United States child costs to raise. However I did never understand why they didn’t just send me to a foster home. I mean they are sanitary, require almost no payment and completely confidential. You girls are lucky, I never she you running through t he halls trying to make it to class, or tripping and picking up your books. Then again you girls don’t have any problems breathing… And how come your parents are so nice; they buy you really pretty clothes and I just get sweater that my mom sews. When you come into school you all have pretty pink shimmer on your eyes, I have thick glasses covering my eyes. Sometimes I just wish I could be you know... (Twirls Rubik’s cube in her hand) be like you guys.
Angela: Be like me? No you don’t, I always….
Margaret: I just wish I could know who my really mom is and not the ones that raised me. Forcing me to wear paisley, turtlenecks, loafers and pigtails in my hair everyday instead of the trendy outfits you all get to wear. Its not beneficial to my social status, it completely lowers my self-esteem, and it just further plummets me in the statistic of adopted children who end up becoming depressed. (Voice begins to slowly rise) I will not let myself be a statistic; I am the valedictorian in this school, the winner of 12 science fair gold medals, and the only student to take the SATs a whole year earlier. I will not be a statistic. Never ever will I fall victim to the classic American life of being just an average person!
(In a calm voice) Now let’s get this lab finished.
(Margaret continues working on the lab while all stare in shock)
Margaret: So the question states, how many intestinal organs can you find in the frog...so what’d you gals get?
Tabatha: I got, umm eight organs…unless you are suppose to include the esophagus
Angela: Umm, yeah…I got eight too.
Veronica: I am not touching any of the garbage; you guys are whacked in the brain. You guys gonna at least be keen and tell me what Mr. Fleishman said, I mean if little Miss Albert Einstein got all worked up it must have been slightly important.
Tabatha: You no what Veronica why don’t you actually do something on your own for once. All you had to do was pull your attention away from filing that one nail for two minutes and you would have easily heard the principal talking about the president.
Veronica: Jeez, no need for the tude.
Angela: Actually there is a need for the tude, Tabatha was just telling you about the announcement as you asked and you have to cop this tude like you are queen of the world. You two used to be best friends, and now I don’t even so much as make eye contact let alone talk. What
Even happened between you two?
(Angela gets completely ignored)
Tabatha: Wait, so you do count the esophagus and so there are nine organs?
Veronica: Will somebody just tell a girl how long we are going to be here?
Angela: Will somebody answer my question?
Tabatha: They said until they release us. (looks back down) So how many body parts is it?
Margaret: that totals nine organs and I think Angela had a question.
Veronica: Okay dokey so the next question means that I have to pull its leg off, gag me. Margaret you can do that.
Margaret: alright, but I think Angela had a question.
Tabatha: Here, I’ll just pull the leg off is it the right or left?
Margaret: It the right leg and I will certainly adequately do it so as to make the experimentation right but I think Angela asked you guys a ever so slightly important question.
Veronica: What the purpose of even pulling of this leg, I mean why can’t the teacher do this?
Tabatha: To gag you, obviously. And must we remind you that the teacher did do this part of the experiment but someone was talking the entire time so we all got in trouble and now have to stay in study hall and completely this lab that is constantly causing you to “gag”.
Angela: Will someone just answer my question?!?!?
(Silence falls over the group)
Veronica: Yeah will someone answer Angela’s question (glares at Tabatha)
Tabatha: Of course someone will tell you the answer to your question Angela (glares at Veronica)
Veronica: Well go ahead Tabatha.
Tabatha: Oh no you explain Veronica, amuse us all.
Veronica: I wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship by saying the wrong thing (loud on the bold words)
Tabatha: Well what if I have completely forgotten (loud on the bold words) what the story was about, you should tell it Veronica.
Veronica: Go ahead Tabatha.
Tabatha: Go ahead Veronica.
Angela; You know what never mind, I don’t even care anymore you two better just stop bickering. Lets get this lab done.
Margaret: I’ve already adequately pulled the right leg off.

Monday, March 30, Noon. Tabitha is sitting alone at lunch at a table in the corner, writing in her journal. She speaks quietly as she writes.
of them.
(She glances at the table where Veronica and the other cheerleaders are sitting).
But last summer everything changed. It was all because of that stupid pool party. I went with my best friend,
After that day she never talked to me again. She quickly reassured people that she didn’t have alopecia and that I was just jealous of her and her perfect hair. She spread false rumors about me, and I slowly lost all of my friends, until no one was left. I became depressed and I started to see myself change. I started to wear dark clothes and make-up, and I listened to more metal and punk music. One day when I was walking through town, I saw a girl look at me and then whisper to her friend. I only heard one word: Goth. Without knowing it I had joined the emerging subculture of dark, mysterious people.
When school started in September, people stared at me like I was deformed or something. I was the new discussion topic of the school. Worst of all, Veronica made my life miserable whenever she possibly could. She tripped me in the hall, knocked my books off my desk, and made fun of my new look. I constantly tried to make amends with her, but after a while I gave up. Now I just live with the fact that I’ll never have any friends.
at her.
Tabitha: Do you have a problem Veronica?
Veronica: Yeah and it’s dressed like a freak.
Veronica: Eat my shorts Tabitha.
There’s another pause before Angela speaks up again.
get it.
Veronica:
Veronica: LIKE NO ten seconds?
Angela: Whoa chill brah. You be ‘illin.
Veronica: Don’t you have a like practice or a meeting with your homeboys or something?
Veronica: Wow dumber than advertised.
Angela: That’s it you mondo skeezer! I’m done letting you diss me! You think you’re the shiz niz because you go around baggin’ everyone. You just like all those other preps, you got no soul. You bring around a posse to make yourself feel better even though that’s not really you on the inside. You and all your mall-chicks keep on sayin’ your freakin’ insults ‘cause you need to raise your own self-esteem. You act like you’re the best and that everyone else can go kick rocks. You don’t care who you peg in the heart in the process. It’s all about you, you, you! It’s people like you I wish I could snuff without getting kicked out of sports! You think you’re so wicked rad just ‘cause your hair is poofier and your clothes are shnazier. You’re biggest concern is your makeup getting messed up or the Clydesdale of your dreams not asking you out on a date. Unlike you, I actually have to work to get the things I want. I work hard everyday to succeed in the sports I do and even though I’m not no Sherlock I have to work hard in school to be able to play all the sports that I want to play. I make sure the grindage I eat is health so I can stay in shape for sports. Do you have any idea when the last time I had chocolate was? A super mondo way way beyondo long time ago, that’s when! And through all this hard work, I come to school only to listen to you glambots harshin’ on me. It’s mad hurtful, even to a jock. I can’t keep listening to all your chatter it’s killing my mojo. The day you graduate and have nothing to do with your life but relive the momories of when you were in high school wasting your time running your mouth is the day that I’ll be in the Olympics sportin’ a gold medal. You'll be sitting at home watching me thinking “I remember her!” That’s the day that I’ll be most triumphant and you’ll be wishing you were half as dank as me.
Veronica: (after a long pause) … as if…
Margret: That was very disrespectful! You should show more reverence to your peers!
Tabitha: Wow what a perfect example of why everyone talks to you behind your back.
Veronica: Oh all you fugly wannabes can bite me.
No one bothers to reply to Veronica and they all go back to doing the lab separately.

Monday, March 30, Noon. Tabitha is sitting alone at lunch at a table in the corner, writing in her journal. She speaks quietly as she writes.
Tabitha: It wasn’t always this way. I used to be one of them.
(She glances at the table where Veronica and the other cheerleaders are sitting).
But last summer everything changed. It was all because of that stupid pool party. I went with my best friend,
(she glances at Veronica again),
and I was excited because the guy I liked was going to be there. We got to the party and we were having a great time dancing when my crush arrived. He kept smiling at me and finally asked if Veronica and I wanted to go swimming. I blushed and said sure but Veronica said no thanks. Everyone asked her why she didn't want to swim, and I blurted something about it being her time of the month! Everyone laughed and she ran inside, crying. I felt terrible and I went to go comfort her and apologize. Veronica was curled up on the couch, sobbing. I tried to apologize but she started screaming at me. "How could you do this to me? You and I both know that I can't go swimming because of my wig, why didn't you just keep your big mouth shut? If I had a gun right now I would shoot you!" I replied, "I was just trying to make an excuse for you. You know, it would be easier if you just told everyone about your alopecia!" She glared at me, then she looked past me, out to the sliding glass door, and her eyes widened. The entire party was staring at us with gaping mouths.
After that day she never talked to me again. She quickly reassured people that she didn’t have alopecia and that I was just jealous of her and her perfect hair. She spread false rumors about me, and I slowly lost all of my friends, until no one was left. I became depressed and I started to see myself change. I started to wear dark clothes and make-up, and I listened to more metal and punk music. One day when I was walking through town, I saw a girl look at me and then whisper to her friend. I only heard one word: Goth. Without knowing it I had joined the emerging subculture of dark, mysterious people.
When school started in September, people stared at me like I was deformed or something. I was the new discussion topic of the school. Worst of all, Veronica made my life miserable whenever she possibly could. She tripped me in the hall, knocked my books off my desk, and made fun of my new look. I constantly tried to make amends with her, but after a while I gave up. Now I just live with the fact that I’ll never have any friends.
Tabitha walks into the classroom and sees Veronica, Margret and Angela getting ready to make up the lab. She walks over to a lab table and starts preparing for the lab while ignoring the other people. She looks up to see Veronica glaring at her.
Tabitha: Do you have a problem Veronica?
Veronica: Yeah and it’s dressed like a freak.
Angela: Whoa dudette, that was hellacious.
Margaret: Yeah, you shouldn’t be so mean. Didn’t you two used to be friends?
Veronica: Who asked you, you hacker?
An awkward silence passes over them and they continue with their lab. After a few moments they start to speak again.
Angela: This lab is way bogus, I don’t get it.
Margaret: I can help you with it.
Veronica: Of course, trust the yuppie to show off her superior knowledge.
Tabitha: You’re just having a cow because you’re jealous that she’s smarter than you.
Veronica: Eat my shorts Tabitha.
There’s another pause before Angela speaks up again.
Angela: I still don’t get it.
Veronica: LIKE NO ONE CARES. Can you just SHUT IT for like ten seconds?
Angela: Whoa chill brah. You be ‘illin.
Veronica: Don’t you have a like practice or a meeting with your homeboys or something?
Tabitha: Don’t YOU have to go meet up with your bimbo boy toy or something?
Margaret: Please stop bickering! It’s not beneficial to us if we want to finish the lab before free block ends!
Veronica: Leave it to the WASP to only care about finishing the stupid lab!
Tabitha: (to Veronica) No one wants you here you hoser.
Margaret: Well I didn't say THAT.
Tabitha: But you were thinking it.
Margaret: No I wasn't...
Veronica: (speaking to Tabitha) Don't be hatin' 'cause I'm bodacious, corn chip.
Tabitha: Bag your face, Veronica!
Angela: Dudettes calm down so we can finish the super hard lab. I legit need to finish it in order to play a fall sport, so can we just get on with it?
Veronica: You would only think about yourself.
Tabitha: You're one to talk you bimbette.
Veronica: Oh barf me out! I know you did NOT just say that!
Tabitha: So that makes you an airhead and deaf.
Margaret: Please stop! This arguing might escilate to a physical altercation!
Veronica: Oh bite me you annoying dweeb!
Margaret: I know you are but what am I!
Tabitha: (Sarcastically) Wow good one.
Margaret: (Not getting that Tabitha was being sarcastic) Why thank you! You're so kind.
Veronica: Can’t you even realize when you get burned?
Margaret: I don’t understand.
Veronica: Of course you don’t you-
Angela: (cutting Veronica off) Whoa there preppy, slow your roll. She not dissin’ you, so why don’t you just mind your own business?
Tabitha: Here’s an idea, we don’t we all just do the lab as far away from each other as possible?
Margaret: Well that sounds like a first-class way to settle our malicious dispute.
Angela: Malicious? Yikes speak some English, squirt so maybe then I can agree with you.
Margaret: Well malicious means spiteful, malevolent…
Angela: Uuuuuhhhh… what?
Margaret: It means not nice, like how gas is a whole $1.13 per gallon.
Veronica: Why do you know how much a gallon of gas costs?
Tabitha: Because unlike you, she’s actually educated.
Angela: (mumbles) Here we go again…
Veronica: No one asked you wastoid!
Tabitha: Does it look like I care you trendie?
Veronica: I can’t believe you wonder why people hate you! You’re such a gothic creep!
Tabitha: No, YOU’RE the reason everyone hates me! You’re the one that spread all those rumors about me!
Veronica: You’re the one who started it so get bent.
Margaret: If you two are just going to continue to exchange harsh words with each other, can you please exit the premises so the ones who wish to complete the missed academics can do so without thunderous and off-putting distractions?
Angela: Yeah, exit the premises, please.
Veronica: Do you even know what that means?
Angela: Most definitely… Not.
Veronica: Wow dumber than advertised.
Angela: That’s it you mondo skeezer! I’m done letting you diss me! You think you’re the shiz niz because you go around baggin’ everyone. You just like all those other preps, you got no soul. You bring around a posse to make yourself feel better even though that’s not really you on the inside. You and all your mall-chicks keep on sayin’ your freakin’ insults ‘cause you need to raise your own self-esteem. You act like you’re the best and that everyone else can go kick rocks. You don’t care who you peg in the heart in the process. It’s all about you, you, you! It’s people like you I wish I could snuff without getting kicked out of sports! You think you’re so wicked rad just ‘cause your hair is poofier and your clothes are shnazier. You’re biggest concern is your makeup getting messed up or the Clydesdale of your dreams not asking you out on a date. Unlike you, I actually have to work to get the things I want. I work hard everyday to succeed in the sports I do and even though I’m not no Sherlock I have to work hard in school to be able to play all the sports that I want to play. I make sure the grindage I eat is health so I can stay in shape for sports. Do you have any idea when the last time I had chocolate was? A super mondo way way beyondo long time ago, that’s when! And through all this hard work, I come to school only to listen to you glambots harshin’ on me. It’s mad hurtful, even to a jock. I can’t keep listening to all your chatter it’s killing my mojo. The day you graduate and have nothing to do with your life but relive the momories of when you were in high school wasting your time running your mouth is the day that I’ll be in the Olympics sportin’ a gold medal. You'll be sitting at home watching me thinking “I remember her!” That’s the day that I’ll be most triumphant and you’ll be wishing you were half as dank as me.
Veronica: Totally gag me this lab is becoming so ridiculous, I mean do I really have to do it you guys? I have a manicure scheduled and I don’t want to go in there smelling like a human barf bag, I mean I have to have some dignity.
Angela (with a roll of her eyes): Veronica as we have told you before this is not our choice, if you want to leave then just go, I mean I would much rather to going for a ten mile jog then sitting here poking frogs with sharp utensils but I am not (voice begins to elevate) sitting here compla…. (cut off by loudspeaker)
Intercom/Loudspeaker voice: Attention students of Dunbar Senior High School this is your executive principal Mr. Fleishman, I would like to make the announcement to both students and teachers alike that our President Ronald Reagan has been shot following his speech at the Washington Hilton Hotel to the people of AFL-CIO. We ask that everyone remain in a calm manor and we assure you if any new information is presented we will notify you. We ask that until then you remain in your classroom and continue with your activities, this may take an extensive period of time and we would like all students to be accounted for if any further problems occur. Sorry for the inconvenience, please continue with classes.
Margaret: Did they just say the speech for the American Federation of Labor and Congress of Industrial Organizations? My parents are both attending that, what if they were hurt, It’s a fifty percent chance that they may have been hurt if they were walking out while talking to the boss.
Tabatha: Yes that is what they said, (wuickly looks back down at note book)
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Tabitha :( to herself) a silence fell over the entire room. Not even Veronica was using her big mouth, that's a once in a lifetime experience. I think I'm going to go insane. The clock keeps making its natural tick-tock-tick-toc noise, like its goal is
to kirk me out. What will calm me, Time slips away, And the light begins to fade, And everything is quiet now, Feeling is gone, And the picture disappears, And everything is cold now, The dream had to end, The wish never came true...Seventeen seconds by The Cure. That band is mondo, there’s no other word to describe it, and their lyrics actually mean something unlike the pop princesses that raid MTV. Pop music make’s me really want to gag myself with a spoon.
(Angela Tap’s her Pen against the desk)
Veronica: (To Angela) Ahh excuse me Angela, do you really have to do that, I mean grow up I thought people stopped making drum beats on their desk in junior high that’s so 1977.
(Angela Ignores her)
Veronica: Are you completely brainless? I just asked you to stop, even someone like you should know what that means.
Angela: Hey Barbie, you can just bite me okay. Sorry princess but the world doesn't revolve around you. I don't know when your going to realize that but you better realize it soon.
Veronica: Take a red! You don't know me so don't try and act like you do. And Barbie is not my name.
(Angela sticks her tounge out)
(veronica rolls her eyes)
Margaret: That's because you never let people see who you really are.
Veronica: How would you know who I am narbo?
Margaret: It's very simple actually, deep down under your cold exterior you're a sweet caring girl you just don’t let her so much.
Veronica: (sarcastically) Oh yeah Margaret, you really know me, you got me.
(Veronica Laughing cruely)
Margaret :( Not getting it) Yes I know I would I've studied psychology briefly.
Veronica: Wow! You're the biggest zeek I've ever met.
Tabitha: (To Veronica) Bag your face Veronica. Just stop talking, everyone.
(Girls give her a dirty look and turn away)
Tabitha: (to herself) we’re back to the dreaded silence. I can't believe Veronica didn't have a comeback, I mean usually she would have said something to diss me, I wonder why she didn’t.
(Tabitha notices tears in Veronica's eyes)
Tabitha :( To Veronica) Veronica are you okay?
(No response)
Angela: Hey preppy, I mean Veronica, you don't need to cry I mean-
(get's cut off by Veronica)
Veronica: I'm sorry, Margaret, Angela and especially you Tabitha. I...I-
(Get's cut off by Angela)
Angela: No I'm sorry, I took thing's too far, I treated all of you-
(Get's cut of by Margaret)
Margaret: Inadequately.
Angela: Exactly, what she said.
(Everyone laughs)
Tabitha: I'm sorry Veronica I never meant to-
(Veronica cut's Tabitha off)
Veronica: Can it Tabitha, I'm sorry. I should have been honest. I had no right to act so lame. I have a confession everyone I do have Alopecia. I've had it since I was little; it runs in my family I assume. I know gag me with a spoon right, it's horrible. But even though I was struggling with that I had no right to do those things to you Tabitha. You can't believe how sorry I really am. Okay so Tabitha was telling the truth that day. I just couldn’t admit that there are things that aren’t perfect about me. But if you think about it nobody’s perfect at all. You cannot even begin to know how sorry I am Tabitha. I went all mental, you were my best friend, the only one who ever really knew me, the real me, not the fake me. You knew the real me that likes poetry and literature; you knew every single one of my secrets! After I lost you as a friend I felt lonely, Jenny, Amy and Nicole are such Bimbos, they don't even know who Shakespeare is! You know Cyndi Lauper, the song Anna Blue, it describes how I feel perfectly " I'm walkin' my high heeled shoes, And I'll be talkin' pretty smooth, Like some souped up cosmo girl, In a stupifying world, But before I fall I wake up crying, Oh... when I sit back, I'll sigh and think... “I always act like some stella but really the whole poofy hair and no brain thing doesn't work for me. So Tabitha, I know I've been a total tard, and if I were you I would never forgive me, but I need you as a friend again, you guys too Angela, Margaret, I've said a lot of mean things that I said before I really got to know you and if we could start over it would be totally...
(All girls at the same time) - Dank!
(Laughing together)
Angela: Preppy, I mean Veronica, I'm down with that!
Margaret: Veronica that sounds (pause) Dank?!
Angela: (laugh) we’ll have to work on your speaking skills.
Veronica: What about you Tabitha I really am sorry.
(run's over to veronica and hugs her)
Tabitha- Do you even have to ask?
Margaret: So should I conclude that we are now B.F.F.s
Veronica: The best of B.F.F.s
Tabitha: No matter what!
Angela: Do you think... wait what about the people-
(cut off by Margaret)
Margaret: what people.
Veronica: The people at school can step off.
Tabitha: Yeah. We have to stick together no matter what.
Angela: It's going to be hard especially for you Veronica, the Bimbette clan is going to trash talk you to everyone.
Veronica: Maybe they will, but does it really matter?
Tabitha: I know from experience they're harsh.
Angela: But we'll always have your back.
Margaret: Yes we will!
Veronica: (laughing) now we have our own group.
Angela: A posse!
(Girl's laughing)
Margaret: Not even I say that. (Mockingly) That's so 1979.
Veronica: Now you sound like me.
Tabitha: When do you think we'll be able to get out of here?
Veronica: Who knows but I totally missed my nail appointment, Oh well.
Angela: I hope Reagan's okay.
Margaret: Me too, I believe he's one of the best president's in history. He's done so much for the country in such a short period of time.
Veronica: He seems like a good guy.
Tabitha: I hope he has time to finish the policies he started.
Angela: Wow, were talking all political… strange.
(Girls laughing)
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6 PM. Announcement over intercom, "Hello students and faculty, this is your principal speaking. We have deemed it safe for you to leave your classes and go home at this time. Thank you for your cooperation.
Veronica: Oh my gosh! Finally! I thought I'd be stuck in this place forever! Girls, do you want to come over and watch The Cosby Show? If we hurry up we can catch the new episode!
Tabitha: Sure that would be awesome!
Angela: Cool!
Margaret: Neat! Do you think we could study too? I have to study for my finals in June.
All three: NO!
Margaret: Ok, fine.
Veronica: C'mon girls, we're going to be late.
They all walk off stage as the lights dim.

I dedicate this to my Best friend Lexi Adams because without her I wouldn't know what a friend is. She has been the best friend a girl can have for fourteen years, and i hope she stays my best friend for years to come.

Tabitha :( to herself) a silence fell over the entire room. Not even Veronica was using her big mouth, that's a once in a lifetime experience. I think I'm going to go insane. The clock keeps making its natural tick-tock-tick-toc noise, like its goal is
to kirk me out. What will calm me, Time slips away, And the light begins to fade, And everything is quiet now, Feeling is gone, And the picture disappears, And everything is cold now, The dream had to end, The wish never came true...Seventeen seconds by The Cure. That band is mondo, there’s no other word to describe it, and their lyrics actually mean something unlike the pop princesses that raid MTV. Pop music make’s me really want to gag myself with a spoon.
(Angela Tap’s her Pen against the desk)
Veronica: (To Angela) Ahh excuse me Angela, do you really have to do that, I mean grow up I thought people stopped making drum beats on their desk in junior high that’s so 1977.
(Angela Ignores her)
Veronica: Are you completely brainless? I just asked you to stop, even someone like you should know what that means.
Angela: Hey Barbie, you can just bite me okay. Sorry princess but the world doesn't revolve around you. I don't know when your going to realize that but you better realize it soon.
Veronica: Take a red! You don't know me so don't try and act like you do. And Barbie is not my name.
(Angela sticks her tounge out)
(veronica rolls her eyes)
Margaret: That's because you never let people see who you really are.
Veronica: How would you know who I am narbo?
Margaret: It's very simple actually, deep down under your cold exterior you're a sweet caring girl you just don’t let her so much.
Veronica: (sarcastically) Oh yeah Margaret, you really know me, you got me.
(Veronica Laughing cruely)
Margaret :( Not getting it) Yes I know I would I've studied psychology briefly.
Veronica: Wow! You're the biggest zeek I've ever met.
Tabitha: (To Veronica) Bag your face Veronica. Just stop talking, everyone.
(Girls give her a dirty look and turn away)
Tabitha: (to herself) we’re back to the dreaded silence. I can't believe Veronica didn't have a comeback, I mean usually she would have said something to diss me, I wonder why she didn’t.
(Tabitha notices tears in Veronica's eyes)
Tabitha :( To Veronica) Veronica are you okay?
(No response)
Angela: Hey preppy, I mean Veronica, you don't need to cry I mean-
(get's cut off by Veronica)
Veronica: I'm sorry, Margaret, Angela and especially you Tabitha. I...I-
(Get's cut off by Angela)
Angela: No I'm sorry, I took thing's too far, I treated all of you-
(Get's cut of by Margaret)
Margaret: Inadequately.
Angela: Exactly, what she said.
(Everyone laughs)
Tabitha: I'm sorry Veronica I never meant to-
(Veronica cut's Tabitha off)
Veronica: Can it Tabitha, I'm sorry. I should have been honest. I had no right to act so lame. I have a confession everyone I do have Alopecia. I've had it since I was little; it runs in my family I assume. I know gag me with a spoon right, it's horrible. But even though I was struggling with that I had no right to do those things to you Tabitha. You can't believe how sorry I really am. Okay so Tabitha was telling the truth that day. I just couldn’t admit that there are things that aren’t perfect about me. But if you think about it nobody’s perfect at all. You cannot even begin to know how sorry I am Tabitha. I went all mental, you were my best friend, the only one who ever really knew me, the real me, not the fake me. You knew the real me that likes poetry and literature; you knew every single one of my secrets! After I lost you as a friend I felt lonely, Jenny, Amy and Nicole are such Bimbos, they don't even know who Shakespeare is! You know Cyndi Lauper, the song Anna Blue, it describes how I feel perfectly " I'm walkin' my high heeled shoes, And I'll be talkin' pretty smooth, Like some souped up cosmo girl, In a stupifying world, But before I fall I wake up crying, Oh... when I sit back, I'll sigh and think... “I always act like some stella but really the whole poofy hair and no brain thing doesn't work for me. So Tabitha, I know I've been a total tard, and if I were you I would never forgive me, but I need you as a friend again, you guys too Angela, Margaret, I've said a lot of mean things that I said before I really got to know you and if we could start over it would be totally...
(All girls at the same time) - Dank!
(Laughing together)
Angela: Preppy, I mean Veronica, I'm down with that!
Margaret: Veronica that sounds (pause) Dank?!
Angela: (laugh) we’ll have to work on your speaking skills.
Veronica: What about you Tabitha I really am sorry.
(run's over to veronica and hugs her)
Tabitha- Do you even have to ask?
Margaret: So should I conclude that we are now B.F.F.s
Veronica: The best of B.F.F.s
Tabitha: No matter what!
Angela: Do you think... wait what about the people-
(cut off by Margaret)
Margaret: what people.
Veronica: The people at school can step off.
Tabitha: Yeah. We have to stick together no matter what.
Angela: It's going to be hard especially for you Veronica, the Bimbette clan is going to trash talk you to everyone.
Veronica: Maybe they will, but does it really matter?
Tabitha: I know from experience they're harsh.
Angela: But we'll always have your back.
Margaret: Yes we will!
Veronica: (laughing) now we have our own group.
Angela: A posse!
(Girl's laughing)
Margaret: Not even I say that. (Mockingly) That's so 1979.
Veronica: Now you sound like me.
Tabitha: When do you think we'll be able to get out of here?
Veronica: Who knows but I totally missed my nail appointment, Oh well.
Angela: I hope Reagan's okay.
Margaret: Me too, I believe he's one of the best president's in history. He's done so much for the country in such a short period of time.
Veronica: He seems like a good guy.
Tabitha: I hope he has time to finish the policies he started.
Angela: Wow, were talking all political… strange.
(Girls laughing)

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Intercom/Loudspeaker voice: Attention students of Dunbar Senior High School this is your executive principal Mr. Fleishman, I would like to make the announcement to both students and teachers alike that our President Ronald Reagan has been shot following his speech at the Washington Hilton Hotel to the people of AFL-CIO. We ask that everyone remain in a calm manor and we assure you if any new information is presented we will notify you. We ask that until then you remain in your classroom and continue with your activities, this may take an extensive period of time and we would like all students to be accounted for if any further problems occur. Sorry for the inconvenience, please continue with classes.
Margaret: Did they just say the speech for the American Federation of Labor and Congress of Industrial Organizations? My parents are both attending that, what if they were hurt, It’s a fifty percent chance that they may have been hurt if they were walking out while talking to the boss.
they said, (wuickly looks back down at note book)

6 PM. Announcement over intercom, "Hello students and faculty, this is your principal speaking. We have deemed it safe for you to leave your classes and go home at this time. Thank you for your cooperation.
Veronica: Oh my gosh! Finally! I thought I'd be stuck in this place forever! Girls, do you want to come over and watch The Cosby Show? If we hurry up we can catch the new episode!
Tabitha: Sure that would be awesome!
Angela: Cool!
Margaret: Neat! Do you think we could study too? I have to study for my finals in June.
All three: NO!
Margaret: Ok, fine.
Veronica: C'mon girls, we're going to be late.
They all walk off stage as the lights dim.
Margaret: Wait I forgot my Rubik's Cube!

But last summer everything changed. It was all because of that stupid pool party. I went with my best friend,
(she glances at Veronica again),
big mouth shut?"shut? If I had a gun right now I would shoot you!" I replied,
After that day she never talked to me again. She quickly reassured people that she didn’t have alopecia and that I was just jealous of her and her perfect hair. She spread false rumors about me, and I slowly lost all of my friends, until no one was left. I became depressed and I started to see myself change. I started to wear dark clothes and make-up, and I listened to more metal and punk music. One day when I was walking through town, I saw a girl look at me and then whisper to her friend. I only heard one word: Goth. Without knowing it I had joined the emerging subculture of dark, mysterious people.
When school started in September, people stared at me like I was deformed or something. I was the new discussion topic of the school. Worst of all, Veronica made my life miserable whenever she possibly could. She tripped me in the hall, knocked my books off my desk, and made fun of my new look. I constantly tried to make amends with her, but after a while I gave up. Now I just live with the fact that I’ll never have any friends.