Revenge of an Ugly Duckling (BWWM)

Chapter 2-3 The art of breaking Barbies

"Are you coming or what?" Casper asked turning back to look at me as i stood near the front entrance, as still as a statue. 

What if this doesn't work. What if it's like that seen from The Princcess Diaries, where there all like, "Ooh Look who's trying to fit in!" and start taunting me. I tried felt like my heart had somhow migrated to my throat and when I tried to swallow I couldn't. I couldn't even breath! Oh no not a panic attack, I had managed to go all summer without having one. Dear God please don't let me start having one now, here, in the school parkinglot!

"Gabby?" I was brought back to reality by the sudden feel of someones had grasping my own. I deleriously looked down at the hand, then back up to see who it belonged to. 

Casper.

"Is Gabby afraid of her first day of school, Does Gabby want me to hold her hand and help her find her class room? Casper said in a mock cooing voice, as if he were a parent dropping hid child off for their first day of pre-school.  

I unconsciuosly grasped his hand, somehow feeling a bit relieved.

He gave me a strange look before saying with a slight smirk "So you do want to hold my hand?"

Realising what I had done I quickly pulled my hand back.

"Shut up Casper. Come on, we're going to be late for class. 

And with that we sat of for school.

When I got into school it was all I could do to keep from skipping down the halls. I hadn't even made it into class yet and my plan was going perfectly.

As i walked down the halls it sounded like I was surrounded by a bunch of owls. 

" Who is that? 
"Who?"

 "Who is she? I hear from all directions.

Even the football jocks crowded around the Jock hall stared as I passed, some even whistling! 

Finnally Casper and I made it to our classroom. When we walked into the classroom most of the male students were hudle around at the back of the room for some reason.

Hearing a shrill laugh come from the middle of the circle I knew why, Cassidy Parsh.

This would be a exilent chance to start putting my plan into action.

I let my large history book frall to the ground with a loud, "Thwack!"

One by one the boys from the circle began to glance in my direction before doing a double take.

Finnaly all of them made there way to where I stood scrambling for my book which sat on the ground.

"Here's your book Miss."

Said a short boy with gelled brown hair.

"Thank you." I said smiling brightly at him.

"So what's your name?"

"Gabrielle."

He stared at me for a moment.

"Your last name wouldn't happen to be-"

"Lewis." I said a wide mischevious grin spreading across my face as all of the boys in the room stared at me in collective awe and shock.

This, was going to be fun.

The rest of the day went by just as I had hoped. The scene from first period replaying itself over and over again in each class I entered a class. By lunch I was like a celebrity. Everyone who had rejected or harassed me now wanted to be my friend. Well, many wanted to be much more then friends. I felt a combination of joy that my plan had been working out so well, but also disgusted with every smile from my former tormentors.