Mean Girls 2 Page #3

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- She Ioved it!

- I know, I know.

I'm sorry I Iet you down.

I know you're disappointed,

Jo, and that's OK.

Honey, you don't always

have to be so strong.

Strong? I was trying not to panic.

But when you've moved

as much as I have,

you kinda get attached to the idea

of settling down in one place

for four years.

In this case, my mother's alma mater.

My dad and I have been

on our own for a long time.

My mom died before I was one.

So life wasn 't exactly your typical

warm and fuzzy greeting card.

But I wasn 't the only one

in my own personal hell.

Abby was hoping

that her swollen, black ankle

might be enough for Mandi to forget

about her dog's infamous upchuck.

And it might have been...

if not for the two's long history.

Jealousy is a funny thing.

They had lived across

from each other for years.

And while Mandi

seemingly had everything...

...Abby had more.

She had two parents

who went a little overboard

for their darling Abby.

First, there was the infamous

moon bounce war at age five.

Mandi's was cool,

but Abby's was three stories high.

Yay!

Then, the French Revolution

Halloween meltdown at age 1 1.

Mandi flaunted her

store-bought peasant costume,

until she spotted Abby's

utterly perfect,

hand-stitched,

Marie Antoinette royal gown.

And finally, the great

bra incident of junior high.

- Hi, Mandi.

- Hi.

Well, that had more to do with nature.

Still, Mandi might have

found someone else to hate,

if Abby hadn 't done the unthinkable.

Mandi, oh, my God! Someone

has a better parking space than us.

Hey, babe, who snagged

the plush disabled spot?

I guess you're number two now.

Two? Two?

Mandi hated being number two.

- This is war.

- Oh, God.

- EIIiot, we need a Iittle favor.

- Sure.

Chastity.

- Hey.

- Anything.

- You're on the Web team, right?

- Of course.

Trained in Java and C++.

I also have my Math CIub Card,

Hacker Membership, Journalist Pass,

and I do a Iittle salsa

for the Iadies.

How can I be of service?

- Sorry.

- Oh, gross!

Abby Scabby's face Iooks as red and

p*ssy as it did in seventh grade.

Zit cream much?

Mandi was creative,

ruthless, unrelenting.

- I'd seen her kind before.

- Need a napkin?

And this was just the beginning.

Brutal.

You know, most girls

would have Iaughed,

texted back or posted a status update.

Do I Iook Iike most girls?

Oh, God.

What a paint job!

Need another one?

Hey, Abby, Iet me

give you a ride home.

I don't bite.

- Nice house.

- Thanks.

Abby? Honey, what's wrong?

- May I help you?

- Oh, hi.

I gave Abby a ride home from school,

and she dropped this.

What happened to Abby's car?

Did she have an accident?

She had an accident, didn't she?

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