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Mitzy Van der Horn was a twit. Oh it wasn't so much that she was obnoxious, unpleasant, or anything like that, not even simply annoying. It was more like she was, well, stuck on herself in an uppity kind of a way.
Chunk, my sidekick and very best friend had hated her since the sixth grade, ever since she had ridiculed him during a memorable seventh-period dance. He had simply asked her for a dance, that's all, when she'd made some stupid comment about his shoes. Stunned, Chunk gaped defensively at the logger boots he'd worn since second grade – didn't everybody? Now, suddenly and unexpectedly awakened to the fact that logger boots were not really all that cool, he looked back up at his antagonist with a sheepish grin.
Her eyes caught his. “Where's your blue ox?” The princess asked with a crooked smile. Her friends laughed heartily, amused by the ridicule of her helpless victim.
Chunk, taken by surprise, stood speechless and still, frozen to his singular spot on the floor. The room suddenly seemed very warm. A touch of revealing crimson rose up from Chunk's neck, quickly covering his entire face. He stood awkward and silent before the oh-so-cool girls who slowly turned and sauntered away, giggling stupidly like the fools that they were.
Chunk had been patiently waiting for two plus years now to get even with the little snob and had finally come up with a plan. He had learned somehow that Mitzy had a starry-eyed crush on a boy from the high school named Jimmy Downey, and that is all that he needed to know. |
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