EE - Yasmin.

Tuesday: Today we're getting a break because teacher's are grading papers and getting ready to make final exams for us so we'll be able to go on a late Easter egg hunt. Call it tacky if you want but you get free candy. Dress code: Pastels. Afterwards we're dressing up in our pearls and cute dresses for tea and biscuits. 

"Pastels... pastels..." I searched in my closet, carefully trying not to mess up my alignment. The shoes were lined up from color, exactly like the clothing. 

"Oh my God. I have nothing." I frowned.

"You actually have nothing pink...? Or bright green?" Bijou asked, her eye brows knitting together.

"I wore something a few weeks ago in pink. But I threw it out because I hated it." I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe if I arrive in something bright red, people would notice me. I /am/ an attention wh*re.

"Borrow something of mine!" Bijou smiled.

"Thanks, but no thanks." I winced. 

"Yas! You are not going until you dress up in something of mine." She jumped up, blocking the door.

"Fine." I rolled my eyes. She giggled, while Ara looked at us, smirking. Noora continued texting on her phone, smiling. We walked over to her closet. Once opened, it looked like the Easter bunny threw up in her closet. There was pastels... everywhere.

"Wear this!" She grinned, throwing something at me. By this time, I didn't give a flying f*ck. I just wanted to go. 

"Whatever." I pulled off my shirt, and slipped on the new one. Then, I pulled off my jeans, and slipped in the shorts. No one cared about un-dressing in the Billing's, there was nothing to hide. Well, except for that scar on my thigh, which I cover up... with cover up. No one could know what happened that night- and no one will.

"Ready to go?" Noora asked, looking me up and down. "Well, don't you look cute?" She smirked, enjoying my pain.

"Fu*k you!" I shot playfully, slipping into a pair of my shoes. 


We arrived, and I noticed that people were looking in their eggs, and skipping around. Tacky.

Vera looked grungy as always, while smoking a cigarette. God, she was pathetic. Acting like you're all cool and sh*t doesn't make you /actually/ cool. What the f*ck. Ro walked up with Oceane, who was looking at me.

"Aw, what a sweet outfit for such a bit*hy, gloomy girl." Oceane smirked.

"Ew, who the fu*k do you think you are. No one asked for your opinion, no one asked you to be born. So, fu*k. You." (notice the luan legacy quoting! if you don't watch him, you should.) And with that, I walked away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Billing's girls look at her pathetically, and walk away as well. I'm so happy they always got my back. 

"Joan!" I said to her, stepping in front of her view. She eyed me. I think this is the first time I'm ever speaking to her.

"You don't like Oceane, am I right?" I asked.

"Nope." She shook her head, flicking open her cigarette pack.

"Good. I hate that b*tch. And I'm ready to take her down, if you are." I said firmly.

"Why don't you get one of your Billing's girls?" She asked, furrowing her brows.

"Because you're a nasty b*tch. And I like that." I smirked. 

"And you're a rude who*re. But I'm ready to take that h*e, as much as you are." She smirked back, taking out a cigarete, and putting it away.

"Then it begins." I stuck out my hand, and she shook it firmly back. 

And I guess that was the beginning to the end of Oceane.


I wanted to include more people, but I wanted to end it like this.
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