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Authors: Laura Dower
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guessing all the way to science class.
At least Mr. Danehy was back—and feeling much better. He hardly even sniffled anymore. Not having to go back upstairs to Mr. Books was a huge relief.
Madison and Hart separated to take their seats at opposite ends of the lab. Madison went to her spot near Ivy.
“This seat is taken,” Ivy said as Madison approached.
“Taken? By who?” Madison asked.
“By you, twit,” Ivy said with a smirk.
“Oh, like, that’s funny,” Madison said. She climbed onto the lab stool and placed her journal on the countertop.
“Is that your journal for school?” Ivy asked.
“You know it is,” Madison nodded. “Where’s yours?”
“In a safe place,” Ivy said. “I don’t want anyone looking at it. Not that there’s much to read. I mean, life couldn’t be better right now, you know?”
“I bet,” Madison said, vaguely annoyed. Silently, she wished a curse on Ivy and Ivy’s journal. If she had to hear one more word about how perfect the world of Ivy Daly was, Madison was going to be sick!
After school, Madison couldn’t wait to complain to her BFFs about Ivy, who was getting on everyone’s last nerve. Plus, according to Aimee, there were more Ivy rumors circulating.
They decided to chat online after school. Aimee, Fiona, and Madison arranged to meet in a chat room called BFFTOGO. Madison was always trying to find chat rooms with the cleverest names.
: Sry but PI is awful
: IDK if she realizes it tho and how PATHETIC is she????
: remember when I thought she used to be sooo nice???
: yeah b4 her heart transplant ha ha
: Hart transplant?
: LOL u guys r funny 2day aren’t u?
: So ppl this is what I know. The guy @ Dunn Manor’s name is TA DA! Fred.
: Fred?
: well that’s what doug told me
: LOL I know hes ur bro but is he a reliable source or is he good at making stuff up b/c MY bro makes up weird lies ATT!
: u know aim I’m sry 2 but ivy would NEVER date a Fred guy would she?
: yeah maybe not
: !!!< >)?
: the guy Ivy is seeing is like the loser of tenth grade
like he got suspended once for doing drugs
: maybe this means Ivy will get in trouble 2--that would be rich! For some reason I am madder than mad @ her 2day
: come on ur mad @ her evry day, Maddie
: yah
: well aren’t u? Aren’t u sick of the whole look-at-me-I’m-so-pretty-and-perfect-and-everyone-should-worship-me thing she has going?
: hey doug just got home want me to ask about the Fred thing maybe he knows more?
: Nah I have 2 go do homework b4 we go 2 dinner we’re eating out 2nite
: wait--have u guys written in ur journal yet today?
: almost done! I always try 2 finish the question in my study lab
: sort of done--I jotted down a few ideas. What was the question again?
: Write a desc. of someone u know
: it’s a lot like yesterday
: yeah but more paragraphs and not list
: I better finish mine
: Me 2 BYE TTYL
: *poof*
: *poof*
Madison wondered where Ivy was right at that very moment—and if she was working on her journal—or just basking in the perfectness of her own life.
She felt all the ugly anger toward her enemy building up again inside. She didn’t feel much like writing anything nice, so she tried scribbling a description of Poison Ivy in the pages of her notebook.
Description
How do you describe someone you hate? Let me try. Miss Perfect thinks she is so great, but her big head is covered with red hair like flames shooting everywhere. She looks through you when you talk to her, like she can see all your weaknesses and she can’t wait to tell you off. And she always has something mean to say.
Madison stopped writing. Now she was the one saying the mean things.
“Maddie! Are
At least Mr. Danehy was back—and feeling much better. He hardly even sniffled anymore. Not having to go back upstairs to Mr. Books was a huge relief.
Madison and Hart separated to take their seats at opposite ends of the lab. Madison went to her spot near Ivy.
“This seat is taken,” Ivy said as Madison approached.
“Taken? By who?” Madison asked.
“By you, twit,” Ivy said with a smirk.
“Oh, like, that’s funny,” Madison said. She climbed onto the lab stool and placed her journal on the countertop.
“Is that your journal for school?” Ivy asked.
“You know it is,” Madison nodded. “Where’s yours?”
“In a safe place,” Ivy said. “I don’t want anyone looking at it. Not that there’s much to read. I mean, life couldn’t be better right now, you know?”
“I bet,” Madison said, vaguely annoyed. Silently, she wished a curse on Ivy and Ivy’s journal. If she had to hear one more word about how perfect the world of Ivy Daly was, Madison was going to be sick!
After school, Madison couldn’t wait to complain to her BFFs about Ivy, who was getting on everyone’s last nerve. Plus, according to Aimee, there were more Ivy rumors circulating.
They decided to chat online after school. Aimee, Fiona, and Madison arranged to meet in a chat room called BFFTOGO. Madison was always trying to find chat rooms with the cleverest names.
like he got suspended once for doing drugs
Madison wondered where Ivy was right at that very moment—and if she was working on her journal—or just basking in the perfectness of her own life.
She felt all the ugly anger toward her enemy building up again inside. She didn’t feel much like writing anything nice, so she tried scribbling a description of Poison Ivy in the pages of her notebook.
Description
How do you describe someone you hate? Let me try. Miss Perfect thinks she is so great, but her big head is covered with red hair like flames shooting everywhere. She looks through you when you talk to her, like she can see all your weaknesses and she can’t wait to tell you off. And she always has something mean to say.
Madison stopped writing. Now she was the one saying the mean things.
“Maddie! Are
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