Stacie's POV

"Here comes your snooty sis," Marissa groans. Brittany is with a few of her friends like always. They're waiting in front of the school for us. Marissa and I make it in time, so I don't understand why they are waiting outside.

"What took you so long? We've been waiting for you losers for the longest time," Brittany says, almost snarling. Her friends start to laugh.

"We're on time. What are you doing outside?" I ask in an upset tone.

"You guys aren't on time. You guys are late as usual."

"I hope you didn't cut class again. If I hear you did--"

"I didn't," Brittany says, cutting me off. "Now, why don't you be a good little slave and take me home," Brittany smirks. Her friends begin smirking, too.

"Excuse me?" Marissa states, irritated, "Why don't you watch who you're talking to. If I was your sister, I would leave you here to fend for yourself. You wouldn't last one day. I bet your whole family would be celebrating that you weren't around anymore. I would come over and give them a congratulations gift. Stacie would finally get her own room like she's always wanted. You are such a sorry excuse for a sister. I don't know why Stacie doesn't treat you as badly as you treat her. You don't deserve to have such a nice, caring sister like Stacie! If only Stacie wasn't here right now, I would waste your sorry--"

"Marissa!" I scream, cutting her off. She groans before starting to scream again.

"And about your friends. They are such slutty whores. I bet every guy has been with them! By the time they get to high school, no guy is going to want them because of their reputation. With you being their friend, no guy is going to want you either. They're going to figure that you're just as dirty as these hoes! And you know what? They're a sorry waste of space just like you. I can't believe any of you were ever put on this Earth. We should just kill you off right now," Marissa screams with her hands clenched and her face bright red.

"Marissa, stop. That's enough. I think they've heard enough. I'm sure they get it by now," I say, placing a hand on her shoulder, hoping to calm her down. Marissa looks at me before looking back at them. She sighs, noticing that some of Brittany's friends are crying a little. Brittany is wide-eyed, not believing what she just heard.

"I'm not taking it back. You know it's true just as much as I do," Marissa states. I nod.

"Even so, we still need to get going. Come on, Brittany. You'll see your friends Monday," I state.

"Why should I come with you? If I'm such a waste of space and such a horrible sister, I should just kill myself right now! Maybe I should just stay here and wait until I die of starvation or until an animal kills me off!" Brittany screams.

"Oh my god! Brittany, just shut up! We have to get Blythe, so stop being so over-dramatic!" Marissa shouts, annoyed.

Brittany glances at me as if saying, 'Aren't you going to stop her?' I shake my head.

"Let's go," I state sternly. Brittany waves to her friends before swimming towards Blythe's school. Marissa and I follow behind thankfully.

~

We all sit in silence as we wait for Blythe to appear at her school. The secretary has already called her down, but she hasn't appeared, yet.

As we wait, Marissa glares at Brittany, obviously furious with her while Brittany tries to avoid her death stare. Awkwardly, I just play with my fingers, hoping for Blythe to show herself soon. The tension is growing too rapidly for me to bear. I even think the secretary can feel it.

Finally, after ten minutes of agonizing stares, both from Marissa and the secretary, Blythe appears. I quickly grab her hand, thank the secretary, and head out the door.

"Why are you pulling me, Stacie? You're starting to hurt me," Blythe asks in pain.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Blythe. I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just, I needed to get out of your school. Marissa and Brittany are sort of mad at each other right now. I didn't want the secretary to keep staring at them." Blythe nods understandingly.

"Oh, okay." Blythe glances behind to look at Marissa and Brittany. "Let's get home before they start fighting," she whispers. I nod.

"Good idea."

"I'll take Brittany's hand, and you can take Marissa's. That way they won't hurt each other," Blythe says seriously. I chuckle. We grab their hands, confusing them. We can't help but laugh a little at their faces.