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Post by carla on Jun 1, 2011 16:45:03 GMT -8
She was sorry. She was sorry? Seriously?? That was all she was going to get??? After all the times that Jessa picked on her, bullied her, forced her to do things she never wanted to do, and got into trouble for it? She was sorry. After going home, musing over it silently, she decided that sorry did not cut it.
There had been another one. February. Thank god, her dad knew nothing of her. Carla had lied to her dad, told him that she had a project and that February was in her class and partnered with her. Then she called the older girl and asked her to meet her at the Dot.
The thirteen year old stepped inside the restaurant, sitting at the bar. She ordered a pepsi and slice of pizza and waited for February
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Post by February Zofia Van Zandt on Jun 1, 2011 19:13:43 GMT -8
Yes, February was another target of Jessa Del Rossi. And she had heard the same thing. It was all crap. All of it. She did not buy into it. And she was looking for revenge. When she had recieved the phone call from Carla Nash, she instantly agreed to meet with her. After all, Jessa needed to learn a lesson.
February had told her brother that she had to meet up with a school mate to work on something together and to let Aunt Liberty know. And with that, she left the house and grabbed her bike, riding it down to the Dot.
Once there, she locked her bike and walked inside, sitting at the bar. She ordered just a Pepsi and some fries and then turned to the girl she was sitting next to. "Hi. You must be Carla. I'm February."
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Post by carla on Jun 1, 2011 19:19:41 GMT -8
Carla nodded. "yeah, that's me," she greeted her. "what all has she done to you?" she asked after a moment's pause. She wanted to know if they had been in the same boat.
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Post by February Zofia Van Zandt on Jun 1, 2011 19:24:45 GMT -8
"Jessa?" The girl shook her head. "Gee, where do I start? She shoved me, pushed me around. She stuffed me inside of a locker." Once she had her drink, she took a sip before continuing. "She made me do things to get me into trouble. Things I did not want to do. She even beat me once. And then tried to get me into trouble for starting a fight at school. What about you?"
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Post by carla on Jun 1, 2011 19:33:33 GMT -8
Carla nodded "she made me wear a stinking halter and my dad was so mad. I'm a tomboy! He should have known. But he thinks she's this little angel so he kept believing her over me." she shook her head. "and you know what she said to me? I'm sorry. Like I'm supposed to just say that it's ok"
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Post by February Zofia Van Zandt on Jun 1, 2011 19:36:45 GMT -8
February nodded. "Oh my god. i know, right? She said the exact same thing to me. But sorry? It doesn't cut it. I think te girl should pay for what she did."
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Post by carla on Jun 1, 2011 19:44:27 GMT -8
Carla grinned "exactly. She thinks she's sorry? Not as sorry as she's going to be!" she scooted closer. "my aunt owns a movie studio, and nobody's been there for months because she drinks too much. We could use props and special affects and really give her a scare" she said with a grin.
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Post by February Zofia Van Zandt on Jun 1, 2011 19:46:04 GMT -8
February smirked. "That's genius. So, we need a plan. And figure out exactly what we should do. We can get those props and everything. But, you know, there's always nothing to keep us from holding back. We'll make that bitch pay."
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Post by carla on Jun 1, 2011 19:52:05 GMT -8
Carla licked her lips and bent down "she can't feel anything. I say we pull out the big guns. We'll act like we wanna hang out with her. We'll get her to meet us. Then, we'll take her to the back lot, and we'll simulate a storm. Get rushing water, and then get her and drag her in one of those stunt cars, you know the ones that are made to crash? And crash it hard. She'll have no idea whether or not she's really hurt, and she'll be all freaked out" she said with a grin
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Post by February Zofia Van Zandt on Jun 1, 2011 20:07:06 GMT -8
February grinned. "it's perfect. She'll never even see it coming." She shrugged. "Besides, the girl must pay. We cant just let her get away with all she caused. She needs punishment."
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Post by carla on Jun 1, 2011 20:12:48 GMT -8
Carla nodded. "exactly. I'll go see my aunt tomorrow and she's always so drunk that she won't even notice. Then I'll convince Jessa that we wanna hang out with her. We can do it after dinner"
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Post by February Zofia Van Zandt on Jun 1, 2011 20:20:38 GMT -8
"Perfect. I'll let my family know that I'll be working on school work with her." She grinned. "Let's teach this bitch a lesson she wont soon forget."
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Post by carla on Jun 1, 2011 20:30:14 GMT -8
Carla nodded. "and my dad already thinks that we have a project together, so we're good"
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Post by February Zofia Van Zandt on Jun 2, 2011 16:05:22 GMT -8
"perfect." Slowly, February got to her feet. "Then tomorrow it is."
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Post by carla on Jun 2, 2011 16:37:50 GMT -8
Carla nodded. "yeah. Tomorrow" she left, a smug grin on her face. All night that night, the thirteen year old was preparing for the next day. She was shaking with nerves the following day. She avoided eye contact all day. And as soon as dinner was over, she got permission to go to the Del Rossi's.
She bit her lip as she approached the redhead on the couch. It wasn't too hard to get permission to go to the studio, and even to get a key. She then went upstairs and knocked on Jessa's door "J-Jessa?"
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