"Why isn't it Skippo herself" taunted Chanel De'bont aka destroyer of pleasant moments and every girls worst enemy or bff depending on where you fall income wise and where society's labels put you in the hierarchy known as high school.

"Oh Chanel, you didn't have to travel all the way from Witch Mountain to just see lil old me" I answered

Our glares clashing with tension, but then again when was things ever pleasant between us. I can't even remember a time when they were.

I remember when Barbie use to force me to attend an after school, Equestrian program where we were taught the trade of horse shows, basic care giving skills, and supposedly opportunities to make friends with fellow horse lovers.

Honestly a good part of it was a blast for a couple years but after the first 5 months when your skilled to be ranked against one another, of course tensions go high.

So whatever was existent of having an mutual respect for some of my fellow snob headed peers was ultimately crushed,including when I took the crown for "Little " and the "Golden Horseshoe" award home in just my first year of attendance.

Having Barbie as a coach made it even easier, since she knew all the loops, steps, and ways to dazzle a crowd but in the end making friends with Chanel De'bont was never accomplished.

She told our whole 4th grade class I had a rash(which got me an F in P.E since both swim and gymnastics require you to be rash free).

Made it so in 5th grade no one except for my true bffs came to my roller-party sleepover, some lie having to do with me having lice.

Then followed up with more lies of me being pregnant, coping her essay in which she had stolen mine, putting empty bottles in my locker that resulted in suspension for a term my 8th grade year..and the list just goes on and on.

It's practically a daily goal for this girl.

With her frosty pink glossed lips she cocked her hip and went to type A cheer stance mode.

That read something like "remember who you're talking to before I shove a megaphone so deep into you're ear, my nasty voice will still be thundering in you're thoughts beyond the grave".

Not backing down I continued to glare, ready to even take her out if needed.

"For your information" she began with an agitated hair flip. "I came to see Kevin, not the emo regurgitated nonsense you splattered onto to a canvas" she sneered as her airheaded besties Dawn, Morgan, and Kora all snickered.

With a careless, but very intentional shove of Chanel's hands, my feet raced to catch the paintings from falling off the display easel that rested in the entry hall.

Taking a breath, with them calling out "Tata Skippo" I returned the paintings to their proper places.

Crossing my fingers they hadn't done any damage to the soft lavender summer dress I had exchanged,after my earlier predicament with Taffy.

Between them and Barbie, I at times couldn't tell who made my blood boil more, especially now that I was able to see lil yellow smudges of paint on the bottom ruffles of my lacey skirt that flared to my knees.

"At least Midge kept Chelsea and Stacie" I kept telling myself in order to keep my spirits up. "and we can always try to clean up before Kevin gets here!"

Rushing towards the bathroom, my feet would halt as I noticed a male walking with Barbie.

He was tall, muscular, and totes fit the image of being another empty personality that lingered hungrily in envy of Barbie.

With his emerald orbs, perfectly teased swooped brown strands, and white teeth, I couldn't stop gazing upon him and wondering how in the world did these types of guys keep falling in Barbie's lap.

I was lucky to even get a guy to notice I wasn't apart of the lockers but here was the most unaffectionate woman to grace Malibu with strings of men falling her around.

When the crowd devoured them from my view I quickly carried on with my mission

Making it to the bathroom I scrubbed what I could off the dress and opened my clutch bag to fix my make-up.

Readjusting Francie's belt, I had to admit despite Chanel's earlier remarks of my potato sack dress, I thought I looked pretty great for once in my life.

Stepping out, my art teacher found me and announced we(meaning the selected show casers) were to approach the stage.

Taking stair by stair: Scott, Liliana, Courtney, and I all took our places.

My showcase was the biggest with somehow Scotts. Each section of the building was dedicated to one out of four of us.

Standing on the stage, I scanned the crowd for Ken and Kevin but found myself disappointed by what I found. Ken hadn't showed and Kevin was lingering around with the snobs I hated.

When it came to be my turn to speak, my breath hitched as I approached the mic.

I performed and spoke in front of masses all the time, but it was something entirely different to speak to a large group of your peers and their families.

Thanking everyone for coming I then read the lines I had made up weeks ago. Trying to keep my cool as Kevin waved and gave me a thumbs up.

When my bit was over the four of us went to our personal galleries and hung around as staff members, friends,and family members made their rounds.

Despite never seeing Kevin for more than a second, I was happier than I had been in months as people appreciated my paintings and actually interacted with me about their composition and meaning.

And to make things even greater Barbie found a minibar so I didn't even have to deal with her or worry about her ruining my night.

When the showcase came to a close however I found my guardian had abandoned me to shack up with some poor underage lad who I'm sure thought he had hit the jackpot. I know this from awkward mornings of finding somewhat familiar faces of guys that go to my school eating cocoa puffs on our living room sofa.

"uggg I was the reason she came here." I muttered wondering how she could of forgotten me as the lights of the arts hall soon faded to darkness.

Stepping outside I growled more, finding the universe must hate me too as rain continued to thunder down.

Knowing if Ken had came I wouldn't be doomed like this, made me sadder.

Looking at Malibu plaza's clock tower I knew it would be pointless to call midge since Alan wouldn't be off of work for another 3 hours.

"The she-devil abandoned you too?" A smooth male's voice questioned.

Stepping out from under the flimsy covering of the bakery was the man who had been lingering in Barbie's shadow.

Wondering why Barbie would leave this guy for some boy.

I giggled nervously as I gazed into his sparkling emeralds.

"ehh I'm forgettable..can you blame her?" I joked as he came closer and used his suit jacket to shield the both of us.

"that's not true..you're way more gifted than your sister is." He answered with a smile as he towered over me.

"I'm Derek" he introduced but the closer he was to me the more I recognized his face.

Back in Barbie's youth Derek had been a part of Barbie's rock group "Barbie and the Rockers" and because of my sister unable to keep herself sober her group quickly diminished.

"I'm Skipper." I answered wishing I had a either a cooler sounding name or a more common name like "Ashley".

"pleasure to make your acquaintance "

Blushing I was glad it was dark enough so he couldn't see how hot my face was.

"The pleasure is mine" I stammered as a set of headlights shimmered our way.

"looks like my cab is here..would you care to go out for dinner?"

"Dinner?" My thoughts then squealed at the thought of having dinner with Derek. "take that Chanel! You can keep Kevin!" My thoughts carried on as I nodded and was escorted to the cab.