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"Okay, I have the spelling tests back class," Mrs. Garrison said holding a stack of papers. "Let's take a guess who got the highest score," she said holding up a paper.

Please say Heidi! Please say Heidi!

"Wendy Testaburger!" She said placing the A+ paper on her desk. I slumped in my seat. Why wasn't it ever me? I always studied just as hard as Wendy but I could never beat her! Mrs. Garrison felt it unnecessary to congratulate any other students. She just walked around handing out papers. One landed on my desk as I picked it up. I sighed angrily as I read a 99. ARGH! I was one point away! My body jumped as I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry Heidi, you'll get a 100 next time!" came a cheery voice. I turned to see Wendy smiling at me. I smiled back politely.

Stupid bitch.

Yeah, I know that was harsh but sometimes I get frustrated with my friends. The thing is, I just wish I could be as known as the rest of them. I've always felt like I'm just Heidi, the girl who blends into a crowd. I was never like Wendy who was really smart or Bebe who was the first to develop. I was just... Heidi.

The bell rang as we all filed out of the class room. We all stayed in a little group.

"Oh my god girls! I'm totally having a sleepover this Saturday!" Powder announced on the way to lunch. "It's going to be a lot of fun; we can play truth or dare, light as a feather, and predict our futures!" She squealed.

We pulled up a table in the cafeteria. I heard a cough.

"Excuse me but you seem to be at my table," Cartman said, trying to look threatening.

"Fuck off!" Bebe said angrily.

"Even if we did give you this table you'd need another just for your ass!" Millie added in as we started laughing.

"Goddamn it get out of my table! You will respect my authoritah!" I rolled my eyes. I watched as his friends came over to stop him.

"Dude, calm down!" Stan said trying to pull him back. Cartman looked like he was about to start foaming at the mouth. Stan grabbed his right arm and Kenny his left. I felt a smile force its way onto my face. For some reason I've always liked Kenny. Then again, all the other girls did too which made him out of my league.

Stan and Kenny pulled Cartman away, and Powder started talking again.
"So do you guys think you can come?" she asked.
There was a chorus of yeses, yeahs, and sures as everyone responded at once.
"Great," Powder said, "Be at my house around 7:30 on Saturday." The bell rang shortly after as we made our way to class.

"Hey Heidi," Some one said as I stopped.

"Oh, hey Craig," I said waiting for him to catch up.

"See you in class Heidi," Bebe called before entering the room.

"So what was that at lunch?" He asked.

"I don't know, Cartman was just being retarted again. I hate him so much!" I said making fists. He pushed my arms down.

"Calm down, he'll get what's coming to him. A person can't be an asshole for their entire life and get away with it," he scoffed. Craig hated Cartman just as much if not more than any person at the school. They've been rivals for as long as I could remember. I wasn't sure what exactly made him hate Cartman, besides the fact the kid was a fat douche.

"I have to go to my locker," I said quietly taking a small step back. He looked up.

"Okay," he responded before flipping me off and walking to class. I smiled a little. Everyone else got offended by him doing that, but I was used to it. I kneeled down and started unlocking my locker when someone shoved me full force into the metal door. I turned to see a kid twice my size standing over me.

"Tell your little bitch friends they're next," Cartman whispered walking away. I rubbed my head and noticed blood on my hand. I winced in pain and sat on the floor. Stupid asshole has nothing better to do than bother me over a stupid table! I wiped the blood on my jacket and grabbed my books. My eye caught a picture of Craig and me hanging in my locker. Hopefully he was right about Cartman getting what was coming to him. Like he said, no one could be an asshole for years and get away with it. Not even him.