Jawbreaker Page #4

There's nothing to hide, Fern.

You're nothing.

We're everything.

You're the shadow, we're the sun.

But I'm here to offer you

something you never dreamed of.

Something that you were

never meant to be, but will be.

Because today, Fern, my dear,

fate has decided that you are cool.

We're gonna make you...

one of us.

Beautiful, popular,

loved, feared.

All you've ever dreamed of.

If, and only if, you never,

ever tell anyone what you heard.

Think of it.

This is sick, Courtney.

You don't own someone

by making them beautiful.

A makeover can't hide the truth.

Liz is gone, Fern.

Take her place.

You know you want it.

Think about boys.

Think about prom.

They'll be lining up

for you.

Not with oil.

But with drive.

Watch the eyes come alive.

- You as me, as us.

A dash of magenta.

Lashes bold, black.

- X-rated gloss.

- Lips full.

- Hair frames the portrait.

- Some gilded.

Color, the secret to not growing old.

We cut, layer and curl.

- For a look that is you.

- For the hair of a dead girl.

We use model glue.

- Lips full and dark.

- Lush.

A fine line that

traces a deep, crimson heart.

- Rest now, sweetness.

- Till the day all shall see

the beauty we molded

from sheer misery.

Elizabeth!

Honey, we're home.

Stand straight.

Stop shaking.

- I'm sorry.

I still can't get over myself.

Oh, fresh meat!

To think, my 2nd-grade teacher

said I had no artistic potential.

It's like a dream.

I made you and I'm God.

That's all you need to know.

No.

Oh, my God, Julie is

sitting with the body-art rejects.

Is she tweaking?

- It's a beautiful thing.

To make someone fall so far, so fast.

Look what the kitty dragged in.

Meow.

You look really great, Fern.

Thank you.

I thought you should know that Liz's

parents came home this morning.

$0?

So I think we should tell

someone what happened.

There's nothing to tell.

I made cocksure of that last night.

What does that mean?

Girls, why don't you run ahead?

Listen, b*tch, one word

and you're over. I mean that.

I'm not scared of you any more.

We saw you.

We all know you did it.

No one will ever believe you.

Ask Fern.

Ask Marcie.

We saw everything.

F***ing liar.

One word and you perish.

I promise you that.

Toodles.

Fern, no!

What are you doing?

God. Tuna munch?

But my mom always--

We never eat at lunch.

Do you understand me?

For some damn good reason we did,

we would never, ever eat

out of a brown paper bag.

I don't care if there's

a four-star culinary masterpiece in it.

Get rid of it.

Sorry.

If I get a zit because of this--

I'm sorry.

I'd better never have kids.

I have zero patience. Ha, ha, ha.

Don't think we're anorexic, we're not.

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