DECLAIMER 4 THE ENTIRE STORY: I do not own SWAC and I never will unless for some miraculous reason I become ruler of the world which I doubt will happen because, let's face it, that's every diabolical kids dream. . . .[[[[[though that doesn't stop me from dreaming :) ]]]]

Oh, and sorry for any spelling errors. I don't have spell check on my computer.

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Chapter 1

"no more ms. Nice girl"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Stop it!"

"Stop what?"

"Copying me!!!"

"Puh-lease! I wouldn't copy you if you were the last psycho crazy girl on the planet! Don't give yourself that much credit, Monroe." With that Chad laughed and began to walk away, flipping the collar on his polyester jacket for emphasis on how 'cool' he thought he was. Which he obviously wasn't. He was more like that kid that nobody messed with because his daddy was the head of the acting cooperation and could fire them before a penny could hit the floor when it was three inches above it.

"Argh!!!" Sonny stomped her way to her dressing room where she practically slammed the door off it's hinges.

Tawni had been counting to one hundred while brushing her hair and was now about to throw a hissy fit from being interrupted and couldn't remember which number she was on. "Gosh, aren't we PERKY today??"

Obvious sarcasim was in her voice as she slammed her brush down on her makeup table.

"I'm sorry, but Chad, he makes me so. . .he makes me so . . .Argh!!! I don't even know where to begin because he is so flipping frustrating!!!"

Sonny flopped onto the couch throwing her hands in the air talking to Tawni like she was in a therapy session. And if she was, at least Tawni wasn't thinking as bad of thoughts about Sonny as a therapist would at that moment. A therapist would say 'mm-hmm and how does that make you feel' while they were clearly thinking 'craaaazy!' and Tawni, well, she threw bigger tantrums than that so it didn't seem like anything dramatic to her.

"So what did you two fight about this time?" Tawni's voice was light, showing that even though she was doing her makeup at the moment she was trying to care for poor Sonny.

"He said that I was too 'nice'. That I needed to let go of these stupid peaceful dreams of mine and say hello to Hollywood. Saying that I need to grow up and face the world! What a load of bull!" Sonny was getting mad just thinking about the conversation, but she stopped dead when she heard Tawni laughing, but not just laughing, grabbing her sides in an all out laughing fit.

"Wow! I neverthought there would be a day when I'd say that Chad Dylan Cooper is right!" Sonny's mouth hit the floor while Tawni just smiled like an idiot.

"What do you mean right?!" Sonny was dumbfounded. 'Chad Dylan Cooper was right?? Ha, the apocalypse must be starting sooner than I thought. Damn, guess its time to get a patent on my comet proof umbrella idea. . .'

"Of course he's right Sonny! You are TOOnice. You are so nice, that Barney and the Tellitubies don't stand a chance against you. Hell, you could put them out of business!" Sonny frowned at her choice of language, which made her realize that maybe they where right. If she was frowning just because of the word hell, maybe she did need to lighten up a bit.

"Tawni, I want you to give me a make-over." Tawni had at that moment gone back to brushing her hair, but as soon as those words left Sonny's mouth, the hair brush had it the carpeted floor in a small thud.

"You want me to what??"

"Teach me how to be bad. Help me make a new and improved Sonny Monroe."

Tawni smiled a devious smile before pulling out her credit card, something told her she was going to have a lot of fun with this, but mostly, she was dieing to see the look on Chad Dylan Cooper's face when he saw what he helped create.

'. . you know what they say, never know what you got till it's gone. . and boy is Chad going to find out.'

(The Mall 2 hrs. later. . . .)

"Oh My God."

Sonny twirled around in the life size mirror in the dressing room as Tawni stood behind her grinning from ear to ear. Little Ms. Sonny Monroe who had only worn one showy dress before in the 'so you think you can pp dance' sketch, was now wearing less fabric than that.

The tight black jean skirt stopped just two inches below her butt showing off a pair of recently tanned skin, a small spaghetti strap red tank top in the form of a v-neck showed off a fairly high amount of cleavage that Tawni had insisted she left uncovered. Lastly, they put her hair up in a messy pony tail to show off her back and shoulders, which even some of the girls in the dressing room couldn't help but stare at. Her high heel sandals (i was inspired by a pair that I have) where a dark black and gave a good two inches in height.

"Now that we got your dress wear down, lets work on that bubbly personality of yours."

Sonny smiled at Tawni through the mirror, usually most girls like Sonny would be appalled by the idea after this stage, but Sonny, she was excited. She was a kinda girl that stuck to what she wanted, and at that moment, she wanted nothing better than to whip the grin off of Chad Dylan Coopers 'perfect' face.

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