I'M BACK BITCHES!
Chapter 4
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Allie's POV
Oh shit.
I thought I could avoid them, act like they didn't play a big role in my life, that they weren't the people I told my first crush to, the people who held me when my dad died, or the people who knew my weakness and fears.
But of course, I couldn't.
Turning around to face them, I couldn't help but be scared. What would they do? Hug me and beg for forgiveness? Would they try to humiliate me and leave me laughing?
What I saw shocked me. They didn't even look like they did before I left.
Allyson used to have dirty blonde hair that was always in a high ponytail above her head. Her body was big: big boobs, big curves, big everything, but her belly still remained flat. Her eyes were the color of the sky, they were always caring, hopeful and warm. She was always laughing around; she knew when to be serious and when not to be.
Now her dirty blonde hair was gone and was replaced with the bright, bleach blonde hair. Her eyes were now covered with bright blue contacts that made my skin crawl when I looked at them. Her body had a full spray tan and her boobs weren't helping either; they were huge and fake.
Claire was no better.
Claire used to be the girl with the baby face, the girl who always cried and told on everyone when she was little. Her hair was a soft brown color, the kind that you think when you touched her hair, it would fall off. She always had pretty hazel eyes which were a mix of blue and brown.
Her body used to be frail and really skinny, but muscular. Now her cheek bones were more defined and larger, her face no longer being small and babyish. Her hair now had loads of layers and bright blonde streaks all through her hair. Her pretty hazel eyes were now covered by violet contacts. Her body had changed the most; she now had big fake boobs and a fake tan.
They were both a spitting image of Barbie.
"What do you want?" I spat, glaring at Allyson and Claire. They both looked at each other and grinned.
"Noth-ing!" Allyson sang in a sing-song voice that made my skin crawl.
"Then why are you here?" I said harshly.
"Well-" Claire started.
Allyson cut her off, "Remember when we were little?"
I didn't know what to say so I just nodded.
"We always came over each other’s house every Friday night and sleepover, am I correct?"
I nodded.
"We always did the same thing: Eat, play Barbie's, watch television, right?"
"Uhh, yeah, I guess." I said, confused. Why is she bringing this up?
"Then at night, we would always play this game: Tell or truth."
It suddenly hit me, I knew what she was going to do. I panicked. If she did this my life would be over. She could not do this to me. I had to act quick.
I looked around and spotted Madison’s tray, which held spaghetti. Picking it up, I looked all around me. Madison looked at me and my hand. She smirked.
"I know," I said making sure she couldn't see the spaghetti in my hand.
"And one night, after we all ate dinner and you and Claire headed up to your room to play it."
