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Popular Girls: Busted? Picking up her mushed sandwich from the floor, Cheryl heard the cheerleaders laugh about how they've spoiled her own lunch. Cheryl sighed, "I guess I'm not //their// favorite!" She glanced at Suzy Sparks, the most popular girl in the grade. "Why do I have to be the one left out? Am I //that// ugly - looking?" She threw the peanut butter sandwich into the garbage. Cheryl sighed, "Now I don't have anything to eat! And I didn't bring any money either! I'm gonna be starving in science class especially!   Then she spotted a blond, freckle-faced girl with glasses sitting alone at another table close by, also being laughed at. She thought to herself, Is she going to like me? Or is she just gonna be mean and grouchy? But I'll just have to see.    Cheryl slowly stood up from her table and trotted to the girl's table and asked, "Hey, what's your name? I'm Cheryl. I know I'm ugly but... I thoght we can be friends 'cause the cheerleaders are apparently hating me too."   "Hi my name is ... Angelica. Angelica Slowmota. Nice to meet you," she replied back nervously, worried that Cheryl might be tricking her and trying to get her into trouble. "You seem like a good friend. You don't have to be my friend if you don't like me. I'm sure you think I am stupid and ugly and nasty."   "No! No way!" Cheryl actually thought Angelica was rather pretty than ugly. "I mean I wouldn't know until I find out! Still, I just wanted a kind and honest friend. And I just found one!"   "Oh, well... that's really nice of you! What class do you have next, after lunch?" Angelica asked happily.   "I have math. You?"   "Oh, I have reading."    The two girls talked while they learn many things about each other and kept talking until the bell rang for 6th period.    //Riiiiinnnnnnggggg!!!!!//    Students of 6th, 7th, and 8th grade rushed for the dooor as they grabbed their books.    "For this, you should do x times 2 and get y. Everyone understand?" the words of her math teacher sounded like random words that come to her mind.    Two periods passed and it was time to go home.    "Finally! That felt like days and days!" Cheryl fell onto her locker by her shoulder happy to rest as Angelica walks by.   "Hey Cherry!" It was Suzy. "So? What do you have for homework? I have nothing! Well, you know when I finished it! I bet you have a ton! Awwww. Well, I'm planning to have a slumber party this weekend! And guess what? You're //not// invited! Ha ha! Kay, boo bye!" she said it all like a tongue twister and just walked away with her own special walk that happens to attract most of the boys.   Walking to her bus, Cheryl sees Angelica holding books that are not hers. Now that Cheryl was brave enough to make a new friend, she thought herself had the heart to stand up for Angelica, her new friend.    Cheryl decides to walk by and ask, " You going on bus? Are those all you books you're carrying?"   "Hi Cheryl, no these aren't my books. I'm just carrying it for Emma, she explained as she looked out for Emma. Emma was one of the popular girls also. She was kind of the fashion queen. Her stylish fashion was so attractive. "What are you doing carrying somebody else's books?" Since she has seen Cheryl and Angelica were friends, Suzy for some reason stopped making fun of Cheryl, although she never let them sit with any of the cheerleaders including herself. "I'm waiting for Emma to come out of the bathroom. She's obviously doing makeup!" "Probably, but anyway, you don't //have// to carry her books around with you all the time! You know you can just say 'no' to her?" "Yes, but -," as Angelica started speaking, they spotted Emma heading out from the girls' room. "Oh, she's coming! Angie, just come here and hide!" the two girls started to run towards the front door, "Com'on! Put down the books right here. Lets's see what happens to Emma. Don't you worry. This would be hysterical!" A few seconds later, "Where are my books? Hello? Angelica? Angelica Slowmo!" They saw Emma trailing this way, screaming out loud as she looked for her books. "Okay, has //anybody// seen my backpack? Purple, sparkly, it has my name on it?" Nobody answered. Cheryl and Angelica decided to head outside. "Yes! You see how funny it can get? Now let's just leave it there! What bus are you on?" Cheryl asked, as they walked down the row of buses. "I'm on bus 7. How about you?" "Hey, I'm on bus 7 too! I never knew you were even on my bus. Sorry..." "Well I always sat with my sister on the back of the bus," she replied quietly. "Well, now you ca sit with me!" "Yeah, I'm so excited!" As the two skipped down the hill, Angelica thought of all the things they can do over the weekend. "Hey, do you wanna have like a party or something this Saturday? Just the two of us?" Angie started to speak after they hopped on the bus. "Yeah, sure! How about, you can come to my house. And we can make it like we had so much fun than Suzy or Emma!" Now that Emma was brought up again, they decided to see what was going on outside. People seemed to have found the backpack sitting there, plotted on the ground like it was willing to get stepped on. They've started to throw around Emma's backpack everywhere. Even the boys! "You think we should text her?" Cheryl asked as she slipped her phone out of her back pocket. "Yeah, let me think of a good thing to say..." As Angie started to think, a thought came to mind, "How about we say that she or any of her popular friends aren't invited to the party?" "OMG that's such a good idea Cheryl! Oh and why do some people call you Cherry? And was that Angie, you called me? I was wondering where that came from." "Well people call me Cherry 'cause my name starts to sound like it when you say repeat it. Yeah, I just felt like calling you that way. Is that fine with you?" Cheryl said, starting to text Emma. As the bus arrived at the second stop, Angie answered, "Sure, no problem! Actually I like to be called Angie, more than Angelica!" Whirring like rolling wind, the bus's engine started again and headed for the next stop. "Oooh, next is my stop! Cheryl cried. "So I'll email you, Angie, about the party. Okay?"   "Yes."    "Also, you wanna go shopping after the party? And, I sent the text successfully to Emma!"   "Yeah, I love shopping! Okay, see ya tomorrow!" Angie replied back as Cheryl trotted off the bus.   "Finally! A party I'm invited to!" was all she can say, appreciating her new, nicest friend she has ever met in her whole entire life.