i'll show you around

[penelope jane evans]

love me or hate me
IT'S STILL AN OBSESSION
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No matter how many people told Miss Penelope Evans that she was absolutely ridiculous, she just wouldn't hear it. No amount of naysayers telling her she took this too seriously or that there was no such thing as a hierarchy in high school ever got to her. No one could tell her that she didn't belong at the East Quad. No one could tell her that in five years even, all this popularity business wouldn't matter. No one could tell her that she needed to grow up now. And they definitely couldn't tell her that there was no such thing as a Queen of the school and even if there was, she wasn't it.

No one could tell her any of this because she just wouldn't listen. She was tired of hearing all the pessimists and so-called realists in the Eisley chatroom. She was tired of reading their sarcastic, mocking messages or hearing them laugh at her, comparing her to the Plastics in Mean Girls or any of those clique-y girls in all those trashy teen novels nowadays. Because although it was flattering to be compared to girls with such power, Penelope knew that the comparison was meant to be mean and to prove just how juvenile she was.

But there was nothing juvenile about ruling the roost. Penelope knew someone had to do it. And it wasn't as if she'd come to Eisley thinking that she would be the one on top. In fact, she was sure that thought had never crossed her mind before coming to Eisley. Before coming to this school, she'd just been that nice rich girl with bright red hair and freckles and a cute smile. She'd had friends and people genuinely liked her, no fear included. And in fact, upon coming to Eisley, she'd been much the same. But then she grew popular and everything changed. Popularity no longer just meant friends and being liked--it meant power. And the idea of power had been oddly attractive to Penny then. It was even more so now that she actually had some. And now she was going to do all she had to to make sure she held on to every single bit of whatever power she had.

Which was why she was currently sitting at the East Quad on the top of a picnic table (while some other people sat scattered around her on the benches), looking like she owned the place. Because to her, she did own the place. So Penelope sat on top of the table, half-listening to whatever was going on around her and looking around with her chin up and one eyebrow raised, almost as if she were inspecting the area around the East Quad.

Most kids at Eisley knew about the rules of the East Quad. Unless you were in with Penny or you had pull, you didn't belong there. Ever. In fact, Penny had once upon a time considered hiring a security guard to enforce this rule. It was important that the area of the East Quad was never tainted with what Penelope liked to call "unsavory characters" (she'd seen the phrase in a History reading once and made a mental note to use it--once she found out what it meant). In fact, most people were afraid to bring their not-as-popular friends by the East Quad because if Penelope evaluated their friend as being an "unsavory character," it would not only bar their friend from coming the the quad, but it would severely lower that person's reputation in Penelope's eyes.

Even associating yourself with someone who was not up to the Queen's standards was practically heresy. And Penelope was nothing if not a tough judge. And she didn't judge solely on appearances either--she wasn't quite that shallow. However, it was more about what people heard or thought you did, even if those rumors weren't true. Rumors were rumors and Penelope knew first-hand that they could either make or break you. She didn't like taking those chances with her clique.

And that's why she was so protective of the East Quad. It was the popular clique's nest, essentially. So much happened here on a day to day basis. And that was why when Penelope saw someone approaching the East Quad--unaccompanied and someone she didn't recognize as a regular--she immediately got off of her seat at the table, alerting everyone around her. Pursing her lips a little, she walked towards this guest. They looked lost and she briefly wondered if they were new to the school. Not that it mattered; they didn't belong here, at least, not now.

"Hello?" she called out to this person. "Can I help you? Are you lost? Do you know where you are?" Many people behind Penelope started whispering and stared at their Queen, wondering what she would do about this newcomer. Penelope figured she wouldn't come off as too intimidating at first; perhaps this person was a potential ally. She didn't want to scare them off.


tagged » open !
outfit » here
words » 831.
lyrics » love me or hate me -- lady sovereign.
music » lovers in japan/reign of love -- coldplay.
notes » bow to your queen!

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[kaitlin summer phoenix]

ONCE A WHORE, YOU'RE NOTHING MORE,
i'm sorry that'll never change.

She stirred.

The unrelenting nightmare that surrounded her mind and kept her eyes shut tight didn’t bother with an apology as the darkness continued to engulf her. There was endless falling and a booming voice from all around; it called out to her as she tossed and turned in her bed, sweat dripping from her brow as she moved onto her back. A slender hand came up and then went crashing down on top of her face with a dull ‘thwack’; she heard the sound reverberating through the dream. Oh, how she wished that she could wake up and that these never-ending nightmares would cease to be the bane of her existence. All it was, was darkness, the falling and the booming voice – then when she woke up; the feeling of being inebriated without having alcohol. It was a strange feeling for sure and the girl often found herself wondering ‘why me?’ and ‘what did I do deserve these nightmares?’ The truth was lost; never going to be found – not even the professionals had been able to give her appropriate answers for her dilemma; they just preferred to give her pills to stop them, not caring that they never worked. To them, she was just another girl with just another problem not worth even going into detail with; a waste of their valuable time with a meaningless problem. They had plenty of other people to deal with that had problems worthy of their time. Nightmares were none of their concern, everyone had them, it was not uncommon/unheard of, and she just had to deal. But surely the nightmares had some sort of meaning, they were consistent. Every single night they occurred, every single freaking night.

Everything went silent.

A sudden drop. A dull ‘thud’; and a small ‘oof’. The girl found herself laying flat on the floor of her dorm room tangled in the covers. The nightmare, finally, had ended and she was awake. Mysterious green eyes flew open and searched the dorm, looking wildly to make sure that the nightmare had ended. Once satisfied that she was awake – well, after having to pinch herself to make sure; the girl lifted herself off of the cold floor and sat herself down on the edge of the bed, still tangled in the covers. Slender fingers rushed through newly dyed blonde hair as a small sigh escaped her pink tinged lips. What time was it? She had no idea and didn’t bother to look over at her digital alarm clock as she rose from the bed, allowing the covers to fall around her feet. Stepping out of them carefully, the fifteen year old padded through the dorm to the bathroom – stopping briefly to grab a towel from the small closet next to the bathroom. There was little light in the dorm because the blinds were all still closed. Entering the small space, she locked the door behind her and immediately turned on the water, allowing it to heat up so much that the bathroom steamed in a matter of minutes. Yes, just the way she liked it. Taking a deep breath, the freshman stripped out of her pyjama’s and stepped under the hot running water, allowing for it to cascade over her body and down her back; soaking her hair thoroughly before she even thought about grabbing the shower gel. It didn’t take long – it never did, but she washed, rinsed, conditioned, rinsed and shut off the water, stepping out of the shower before wrapping the towel around her slender frame and moving back into to her room, sitting down on the edge of her bed for a second time.

It was therapeutic somehow.

Head lowered so that her gaze held the floor, the girl remained silent for what seemed like an eternity before she let out a loud breath and got to her feet to see what her closet had in store for her today. Usually she dressed dependant on her mood, not today. She was going to at least try today. A red and black chequered skirt came out first, followed by a plain black tank top and her usual black and white chequered hoodie. She then crossed to the drawers and pulled out the undergarments, along with a pair of white tights.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

She looked up, turning her head in the direction of the window, wet hair tangled and in her face. ”Rain.” she thought to herself with a small smile. It was anything, if not all, refreshing and calming. A walk in the rain would do her some good. The air would be as fresh as you could get it. Yes, the smile danced across her mouth, illuminated more by her misty eyes as she grabbed the clothes, tights and hooded jacket from her closet and moved, dumping them on the bed before getting dressed.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

It was still raining even after she’d zapped her hair with the dryer. A light frown crinkled her innocent face; but was quickly shaken off when she realised that it wouldn’t matter. She liked the rain. Just as long as it didn’t thunderstorm she would be fine. Then it stopped all of a sudden and the world was bright, clean and dry.

Shoes. She needed her Shoes. Where were they? Tapping her chin in thought, she remembered that she’d left them at the front of the dorm. Grabbing her keys and cell phone, the fifteen year old padded down the dorm to the front and quickly pulled on her shoes – red Vans, before zipping her jacket all the way up and heading out of the tour bus. A walk would do her the world of good, she just knew it.

But, before she knew it, the girl found herself at the quad being approached by the Queen Bee herself; Penelope. A light frown crinkled her brow as she looked up to the girl and pursed her lips together. Was she lost? The girl didn’t believe that she was lost – no-one had told her that the Quads were off limits to those with a ‘low status in society’. She let out a small sigh and turned her head upwards to look at Penelope properly.

”Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise the quad was home to the Barbie section at Wal-Mart’s.”

WORDCOUNT: 1,055
STATUS: completed.
TAGGED: penneh.
LYRICS: misery business, paramore.
OUTFIT: here.
MUSIC: new perspective, panic! at the disco
NOTES: growl.

[penelope jane evans]

and she's the hardest thing to do
WHEN THE MANTIS IN HER PREYS ON YOU
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Penny's lips twitched downwards; she was so sick of people challenging her. Surely this girl knew who she was. Everyone knew who Penny was. Penelope didn't know who this blond girl was though. She looked vaguely familiar; maybe Penny had passed her in a hallway once. Either way, it didn't matter. This girl didn't matter. And if she was going to be so rude to Penny, then what she had to say didn't matter either.

"Mm, cheeky," Penny noted, as if she were observing a lab rat or something. She sure felt as if that was what she were looking at. Pretty much everything this girl was wearing was checkered--plaid and all--and her style wasn't exactly what Penny would call stylish. In fact, Penny thought she looked kind of trashy. "I'm sure you're very familiar with the inside of Wal-Mart, honey. I've never stepped in one myself..."

Penelope gave this girl's outfit a once-over and snickered, looking over her shoulder at her cronies. They all snickered as well and started whispering about the girl, as if on command. Well, they kind of were. "And from the looks of it, you like JC Penney too. Or am I just assuming too much now? Maybe these are all...dare I say, secondhand? You one of those scholarship kids?" Penny asked, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Her lightly pink painted lips lifted at the corners into an almost devilish smirk.

"I mean, it's already tragic enough that you're on a scholarship to even get to go to this school," Penelope continued, "but to dress so poorly too? Now that's just a crime." One of the boys sitting nearest to her let out a sharp laugh and Penelope's smirk deepened. She always did love having an audience.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Penelope assessed the situation quickly. This girl didn't look too big; she couldn't be very old and definitely wasn't an upperclassman. And Penelope didn't recognize her, so she probably hadn't been around the school for very long. Would she know about the rules concerning the East Quad though, was the question. Penelope figured she would. Word traveled fast through Eisley and people got curious. She'd probably have wondered why no one really ventured near the East Quad, especially not unaccompanied.

"You've got no right to be so rude to me when you're trespassing on my property," Penelope told the girl snidely, all traces of her smirk gone. She lifted her chin in a haughty manner and looked down at the blond. "Had you not been so bitchy, I might've even invited you to hang out with us for a bit. Then again, with your oh-so-trashy clothes, lord knows I wouldn't want you to be seen with me and my friends."

There were a few murmurs of agreement from other kids on the Quad and Penelope raised her eyebrows challengingly at the small girl. "But from your attitude, I'm guessing you'll say you wouldn't want to sit here anyway. I know that's a lie; everyone, no matter who they are, wants to sit here. No matter how secretly. Everyone always wants the unattainable, am I right?"

Penelope turned her back on the girl and went back to sit on top of the table with her legs crossed, looking every bit the Queen that she was. "But that's all, really. You've got no business being here. I'd suggest you leave now unless you want trouble," Penelope warned, narrowing her eyes at the blond girl. She looked like a troublemaker. Or a daredevil or something.

"Before you go though, do tell me your name. I'll be watching out for you--and watching you, so...be careful, okay?" It wasn't a friendly safety warning. Penelope never made those. Her warnings weren't usually from friendly advice or anything of the sort. They were mostly thinly veiled threats, but that was just the way Penny was. Besides, who was this girl anyway, to step into her territory and act such a way? Harlot.


tagged » kaitlin summer phoenix !
outfit » here.
words » 665.
lyrics » cannibal girl -- head automatica.
music » bleed black -- afi.
notes » omg this sucks so much, i am so sorry!

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[kaitlin summer phoenix]

ONCE A WHORE, YOU'RE NOTHING MORE,
i'm sorry that'll never change.

"Mm, cheeky," Kaitlin smirked up at the older girl and held her own confidence. She knew for a fact that the 'Queen' was just observing her, looking at her outfit and trying to decide whether she would be a good enough ally to her, or an enemy. Personally, Kaitlin would rather be her enemy; she had so many of those already that it didn't really matter to her. She was also certain that the girl thought she was one of those 'trailer trash' people with no sense of style or color co-ordination whatsoever. Which wasn't true at all.

"I suppose that's because you demand that lower heirarchy people go into Wal-Mart's for you, so that you don't look so much like a trailer-park trash barbie that you are, in public. Tut tut; that's low." Kaitlin shook her head in a mocking way as she shoved her slender hands into the pocket of her hooded jacket and continued to look up at Penelope. "Either that, or you're so poor that you can't even afford to go into Wal-Mart's to buy your clothes and scour the charity stores for 'brand names', come up short and end up buying whatever you think looks like it would be expensive and tag the labels so they look like they're expensive; priceless I must say. That's actually adorable."

Her green eyes travelled across the Quad to the people sitting on the bench behind the two of them. One of them she recognised and gave her a quick wink before putting her attention back onto Penelope and ignoring the jibing comments coming from the rest of them. "Excuse me Miss trailer park trash, at least I didn't have to prostitute my way into this school." Kaitlin looked the girl up and down for a moment then took her hands out of her pockets. She folded one across her stomach and the other was laid across her chest with her chin in her hands, her lips pursed together, a smirk evident through her eyes. "At least I'm smart enough to be here on a scholarship; does your daddy think you're smart too? Or is he just glad to get rid of you because you're such a slut."

"I mean, it's already tragic enough that you're on a scholarship to even get to go to this school, but to dress so poorly too? Now that's just a crime." Kaitlin's eyebrow shot up when the male laughed at Penelope's comment. Nodding her head slightly, the smirk faded and was replaced with a small smile as she looked back down. "So, are you scared of confrontation alone or something? Or do you just like having loyal sheep that'll stab you in the back when you least expect it? I don't really expect anything less from the likes of you; having people hold onto every single word you say and making them believe that you are their Queen and you deserve to be titled so. Don't you think that's just a little bit pathetic? Do you dress them in the morning, to make sure that they don't look like total retards; even though they already do?"


A small laugh escaped Kaitlin's mouth as Penelope continued to talk shit. "Honey, I have every right to be rude to you, and I'm not trespassing; last I saw this property didn't belong to you, it belonged to the school. I don't see your name written anywhere around this particular quad. No name, no claim. I'm free to come and go from here as much as I like; I don't need some snotty, preppy bitch telling me what I can and can't do." Running her fingers through her blonde hair, the freshmen had the idea of slapping the girl across the face but then thought better of it and just looked back up at her again. "Who the fuck would want to hang out with you? I mean, really - do you think these people really want to hang out with you? You're making them follow you around like sheep; they're so easy to dispose for you; like Kleenex tissues."

"No, you'd be wrong there, darling. I would want to sit here, but I'd sit here on my own terms. Like I stated clearly before; this isn't your property barbie; this is the school's, which means I'm just as entitled to sit here as any other person, regardless of cliques and social status heirarchy's."

The other girls back was turned and Kaitlin clenched her fists together. She was all for violence within the right reasons, but she would never, ever hit someone who had their back turned to her. That was just a low that not even she would cross. She waited until Penelope was sat back down before she took a couple of steps across the quad and stood directly in front of her.

"You can't threaten me." Kaitlin shook her head, the amused smile never once faded from her face as she continued to watch Penelope very carefully. She wasn't going to put it past her to get one of her sheep to slap her across the face. "I don't see why I have to tell you my name; I thought you were popular; I thought you were supposed to know everyone's names so that you knew who to brainwash as your sheep and who to avoid in case of dire consequences; though just to satisfy that peanut in your head, my name is Kaitlin Phoenix." Instead of turning her back on the girl, she simply folded her arms across her chest and watched them all, very carefully.

WORDCOUNT: 927.
STATUS: completed.
TAGGED: penneh.
LYRICS: misery business, paramore.
OUTFIT: here.
MUSIC: none.
NOTES: growl.

[penelope jane evans]

well, i just want
TO BREAK YOU DOWN SO BADLY
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Penelope was surprised this girl was still here. Most people left out of frustration once Penny had turned her back on them. They either got fed up with her and deemed her ridiculous and said they didn't need her bullshit or her nonsense or they either wanted to cry and ran away out of shame and embarrassment. Penelope didn't really care about why the undesirable people left as long as they were out of her hair. But she'd underestimated this one. Apparently she was a little more spunky and fresh-mouthed than most of the other students at Eisley that Penelope had encountered.

Penelope just batted her eyelashes at this girl's retort and chuckled lightly. Penelope wasn't in a particularly good mood, but she had an audience and that was kind of pumping her up. This girl was clearly asking for a fight and Penny figured that she had a right to give it to her. Besides, she had to show this girl that no one just dismisses the Queen Bee and gets away with it.

Placing her fists on her hips, Penelope gave the blond girl a look. "I'll have you know that in general, I don't have to demand anything of anyone. I just get what I want automatically. They know I am the one on top and automatically respect me. They understand the gravity of my power," Penelope drawled. "Something you very obviously don't." Penelope rolled her eyes at what the girl said next and shook her head, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Me? Poor? The very idea is laughable at best. Little girl, I assure you, with all the money I have, I could probably buy a Wal-Mart. And your closet. And probably your trailer park home." Penelope smiled at Kaitlin and batted her eyelashes again.

"But like I said, I'm sure you know all about passing off clothes as brand name. It's probably an art you've perfected," Penelope snapped. She looked at Kaitlin's outfit once more and giggled. "Can't say it's really working for you though. No designer would be caught dead with shit like that in their line or on their catwalk."

Now, Penny loved fashion. She loved trends and she loved designer things and she loved reading magazines to find out what was hot, what wasn't and what was going to be. Penelope didn't really think of herself as a trend-setter, but she wasn't exactly a blind follower of fashion either. She had her own style, as posh and magazine-influenced as it was. In fact, Penny had gotten seats at every Fashion Week showing in NYC ever since she was in diapers. She wouldn't be caught dead wearing faux designer anything; it was absolutely unheard of. When you had money like the Evans family did, why would you accept anything besides the real thing?

"Excuse me Miss trailer park trash, at least I didn't have to prostitute my way into this school." Penelope nearly choked on her laughter. She didn't get it; sure, she was a big flirt, but she hadn't really done much else to lead the people in her school to believe she was such a huge slut. She was certainly not on Spencer Kelly's level. In fact, little known secret of Penny's--she was a virgin! This girl right here was almost as pure as snow. She'd only made out with boys before! In fact, she'd only given head twice--not that she wouldn't again, but things just didn't really go that far when she was with guys. She was actually pretty insecure about it. So for someone to call her a slut--well, it made her laugh.

"Prostitute? Really? I think you must have me confused with some other, much trashier girl. Perhaps one of the people you're more fit to hang out with?" Penelope asked, raising her eyebrows. "At least I'm smart enough to be here on a scholarship; does your daddy think you're smart too? Or is he just glad to get rid of you because you're such a slut." Penny laughed again. "Is that what they told you? Replace smart with special and I think you've got it," Penelope replied. "Oh, of course that's why I got sent here! My dad just couldn't take my bad girl behavior anymore and I'm here as punishment."

Penelope rolled her eyes. "If you must know, the Evans name is a prestigious one. Well-respected. My parents sent me and my sister here because they believe we deserve the best--which we do. I'm sorry your parents don't like you and just want you out of their sight, but that's not the case with me." People were still chattering on about what was going on behind her, but to Penelope it was all white noise. She was used to tittering crowds when she spoke. She had a way of commanding most everybody's attention, a skill she picked up from when she was younger and would entertain her parents' friends at dinner parties. The commotion of a crowd was a familiar sound to her.

Apparently, however, her adversary was not so fond of the sound. "I believe you're mistaking my friends as sheep," Penelope corrected impatiently, raising an eyebrow. That was a point she always hated people bringing up. Couldn't a girl be powerful and important and have friends who liked to do stuff for her without them being perceived as minions and sheep? She understand it was a bit of a thin, blurry line, but someone had to walk it, right? "It's not my fault if I'm just a good speaker or if I'm popular. Please, try not to sound so jealous and bitter, mkay Blondie? I'm not scared of anything or anyone. Even if we were alone, I'd still be owning your ass. You're the one who decided to waltz up into my area--you should be the one to step down. You're lucky they haven't attacked you yet; we're very protective of our quad."

Penelope was only half kidding when she said that. As posh and proper as most of the kids on the East Quad could seem, some of them had a right mean streak and were very protective of what they deemed their property. They'd had incidents where they chased out trespassers by throwing food at them (if harder objects couldn't be found). Those kids could be pretty damn vicious if they felt like it. Penelope didn't even have to lift a finger or say a word.

"Let me take a moment to speak for them and tell you that I'm sure they're all very offended by what you're saying," Penelope said angrily, frowning at Kaitlin. She looked over her shoulder to see many of the quad members nodding and frowning as well. "But they're not retards and they can speak for themselves. I'm sure you'll be hearing from a few of them soon enough..."

And then the blond bitch brought up that totally elementary school way of thinking. If your name isn't on it... Penelope bowed her head and laughed to herself, shaking her head. How could this brat be so foolish? "Look. Let me tell you something. As crude of an analogy as this is...think of us like a gang. We have our territory and everyone else has theirs. Now, of course we accept new members, but we also deny and shun those we don't want. Guess where you stand?" Penelope snorted lightly. "In our eyes, you're a trespasser. And frankly, you're offending me. That's like, a double charge against you or whatever. Even if this wasn't our property, I'd be careful about showing my ugly face around here--if I were you."

Penelope had thought it was over when she went to sit back down at her place on the table. She batted her eyelashes in confusion when the blond girl not only didn't leave, but continued to walk further into the quad. Penelope looked about herself in surprise and the other quad members looked just as confused and surprised. Penelope pursed her lips and gave Kaitlin a warning glare. All she needed was a name and this girl was so done for...

"You can't threaten me." Penelope raised both her eyebrows and gave Kaitlin a look. "Oh?" was all she uttered. Penelope rolled her eyes at Kaitlin's next words. "I only memorize names and faces as they come to me, based on importance. Since you seem to be a total nobody, I didn't know who you were. But thank you...Kaitlin, did you say it was? Yes. Thank you for your name; welcome to the blacklist."

Another quad member chuckled darkly. The blacklist was serious. The blacklist was a list of names that, well, you know. They weren't allowed on or around the East Quad at any time. They were deemed unworthy and therefore, unpopular. But to be blacklisted meant more than that. It meant you were liable to being teased, to being bullied. It meant any quad member had the full freedom to make your life a living hell as they wished. Now, if you were whitelisted, that just meant you couldn't come to the quad, but they'd leave you alone--for the most part.

So Penny looked up at Kaitlin, her eyes dark. No, she wanted this girl blacklisted. Bring on the trouble. "You can scat now," Penelope said impatiently, waving her hand in a motion to shoo Kaitlin away. If only it were that easy. The small blond girl looked like she was planning on staying. Penelope sighed and sat straight up, raising an eyebrow at Kaitlin.

"I hope you know that I can have you removed from the premises," Penelope informed Kaitlin. She knew those bodyguards would've been a good investment. "I'm not sure you want that." Kaitlin didn't budge. Penelope narrowed her eyes. "Okay, fine. I don't get what your issue is, girl. Tell me--what grade are you in and how long have you been at Eisley? Because you clearly don't get how things work around here."


tagged » kaitlin summer phoenix !
outfit » here.
words » 1,666.
lyrics » makedamnsure -- taking back sunday.
music » very invisible -- armor for sleep.
notes » whuh-oh.

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[kaitlin summer phoenix]

I DON'T NEED TO FALL AT YOUR FEET,
just 'cause you cut me to the bone.

There really was no point in even talking to the bitch anymore. Kaitlin was, and she was being perfectly honest by this, getting sick and tired of the endless string of shitty words that were falling from the older girls mouth as she continuously talked and talked and talked. Sure Kaitlin had said stuff to her that warranted and answer but really - was there any need at all for this... this word vomit! It was ridiculous and she felt the urge to yawn. Penelope talked a lot of shit for someone of her status; it was no wonder she had sheep. Yes, sheep. No matter how much Penelope wanted to deny it, the blonde girl knew that she was right and Penelope was wrong. There just had to be some form of brainwashing and bribing - perhaps even blackmailing for those poor unfortunate souls to ever be collaborated with the bee. She could almost laugh when Penelope said they respected her.

There was also no point in argueing with her either, because apparently the girl was far too stubborn and had far too much pride to be proven wrong by a very small girl. A freshman too. Kaitlin continued to keep her mouth shut. Penelope was rubbing her the wrong way and there was a high chance that she would end up getting physical with the female, even if she wasn't one for getting into physical fights herself. She felt the need to slap her across the face, wipe that stupid smile off her face and stop her from batting her fucking eyelashes at her anymore.

Comments about Kaitlins clothes wasn't anything that she hadn't already experienced before. So what if she wore 'spunky' outfits and flambouyant colors that made her stand out from the crowd. She didn't want to go with the flow; follow the latest fashions or be a sheep. She was her own person and there was no-one that was going to tell her otherwise. Not even some high-toned, plastic Barbie, Wal-Mart shopping shithead with her head shoved so far up her own ass.

Now that the comments about clothes had been put to the side, Kaitlin and Penelope seemed to be concentrating on a few other issues. Like Spencer; or so Kaitlin had assumed she was the person the bitch was referring too. That touched a nerve. Her fingers curled into the palm of her hand, forming a tight fist. Her hand was clenched so hard that her knuckles were turning white. It was times like these when you knew to get away from Kaitlin before it was too late. She has a very mean left hook, and an even harder punch.

Special? The blonde shook her head; there was no way in hell that Penelope could even be collaborated with the word special. That was like... well, that was an abomination. Not to mention an insult to the word special and all that went with it.

Kaitlin rolled her eyes as Penelope told her that Evans was a prestigious name. Like she hadn't heard that one before. Phoenix was also a prestigious name but she wasn't about to go around bragging about that fact. Anyone and everyone that knew Kaitlin, knew about her father's status in the business world. He was at the top of the game and absolutey loathed his daughter - Kaitlin; though we're not about to tell Penelope that. In fact, Kaitlin had an inkling that her father refused to accept the fact that he had a daughter whilst a work, but behind closed doors; in the confines of his own house and over a secure line on the phone to his daughter, it was a whole other story. He didn't show her love, he didn't show her affection, he showed her nothing that could even be remotely establish as fatherly. He didn't want her and he didn't need her. He was just there to make her life a living hell.

The tittering flock of sheep behind Penelope was really starting to get on Kaitlin's nerves as she stood there. What she wouldn't do to sock a couple of the more active titters in the mouth and maybe kick a few in the balls at the same time.

"Friends? Is that what you're calling them now?" She asked with mocked disbelief, pursing her lips and cocking her head to one side; shifting her gaze away from Penelope and over to the sheep. "Not at all; I guess they just like the taste of shit in their mouths." Apparently the sheep didn't like that comment from Kaitlin; a couple got up from their seat on the bench and started to make their way towards her, but she didn't back down, despite being a lot smaller and a lot younger than all of them. The blonde chewed on the inside of her bottom lip as she watched them get closer and closer until they stopped and the bee opened her mouth again to speak. Something was mentioned about Kaitlin being ugly and that really touched a nerve. She was already insecure about her looks and to have someone call her downright ugly got to her more than you'll ever know. It was enough to make her cry, but she was stronger than that; a lot stronger and she really didn't want to be percieved as a weak person with no backbone.

She watched Penelope's back as the bee turned on her high haunces and moved back to sit down on the bench before staring back at her and commenting, again. Perhaps it hadn't been a very wise idea to tell them her name; she could have given them a fake name. They didn't look incredibly smart so she had no doubt that they wouldn't have means of finding out her real name, even if she had given them a fake one.

"Uhm. Am I supposed to be intimidated..." A look of amusement and confusion crossed Kaitlin's young face as Penelope welcomed her to the blacklist. It was no big deal to the fifteen year old; Spencer had explained to her what that meant a while ago so she knew what it entailed. Nothing spectacular and nothing new. She'd been bullied all her life so she was pretty much used to it all. Her life was already a hell and there was nothing else that would be able to make it a lot worse. Not even some silly bullying from people she had no intention of getting to know. Most of them seemed to be seniors and they only had a few months left before they graduated.

Kaitlin could and would tolerate it.

But she most certainly would not go down without a fight.

A wave of Penelope's hand seemed to cause a commotion. The people that had been closing in on her earlier started to get even closer. Her fists were still clenched. One got a little too close for comfort and she swung her fist; catching him in the eye and sending him staggering backwards. Another closed the distance between himself and her, grabbing the front of her hoodie and lifting her from the floor. Cheers and boos erupted from the crowd as a fight broke out. Kaitlin brought up her knee - she didn't struggle; that was always useless it never got her anywhere - sharply into the male's crotch. He dropped her immediately and she fell into a heap.

That was when the sheep became donkey's and Kaitlin started to struggle. All the while this was going on, Penelope seemed to be talking again; to her she had no doubt. Something about her grade..? Amidst the kick and the punching, she struggled to get up and away from them. Eventually she tore herself away from them; socking one in the mouth and punching another in the face again. Shrugging them off, the blonde felt the stitches in her shoulder rip open. She cried out in shock more than pain.

Blood poured out of her shoulder.

Blood ran down the side of her face.

Blood ran down her hands and fingers.

Kaitlin moved to Penelope.

"I'm a freshman, please... call them off.." She mumbled, taking a staggering step towards Penelope and falling in her lap. Soaking the senior with her blood. She was in far too much pain to get up.

"Please..." This time she practically begged. Normally she had too much pride and self-respect to beg with a person who thought she was better than everyone else, but she needed them to stop. She needed to breath and collect herself. But more importantly, she needed to control the bleeding from her shoulder.

One pulled her off of Penelope. Kaitlin crumpled to the ground and curled up in a fetal position with one of her arms protecting her head and the other pressed against her shoulder. It was just her luck for a fight to break out and turn into an evil mashing session. She'd stopped before it got too worse but they apparently didn't know when to stop and she really needed for them to stop before things got out of hand.

But the question was: 'would Penelope do the right thing and tell them to stop, or would she let them carry on until she was a bloody pulp?' Wouldn't it be a shame to cover the quad in Kaitlin's blood. It was all on their heads if anything serious happened to her. Afterall, it had happened on their territory, so they were all liable to suffer the unwelcome consequences. Especially if a teacher were to walk by and catch them off-guard. It would be on all of their heads.

This was a fact Kaitlin was proud of. Even if she had been the one to actually start the physical fight; the rest of them had just taken it too far. She had done the right thing to back down when she felt it was appropriate and she hadn't damaged them nearly half as much as they had damaged her and were still damaging her.

Spencer was going to be informed, and all hell was going to break loose; she had a feeling. A very strong feeling.

There was blood everywhere. Mostly Kaitlin's.

WORDCOUNT: 1680.
STATUS: completed.
TAGGED: penneh.
LYRICS: the king of wishful thinking by new found glory.
OUTFIT: here.
MUSIC: none.
NOTES: whoaaa.

[penelope jane evans]

you're appealing to
EMOTIONS THAT I SIMPLY DO NOT HAVE
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It was true. The main reason people couldn't really get through to Miss Penelope Evans was because she truly believed every single word that came out of her mouth. And if she didn't one hundred percent believe it, she fooled herself and other people into believing it until it was a truth. Her popularity had started as a pure coincidence and now it was something to strive for and hold on to. Her power was no longer just chance; everything was deliberate. There was a hierarchy at Eisley and no matter how much you didn't want to follow it or be a part of it, you fell into some group somewhere which meant you were in it. And at the top of that hierarchy, for the rest of her senior year, would be Miss Penelope Jane Evans. So respect.

It was this respect that kept Penelope safe. She was glad most people feared her or respected her because otherwise, she'd probably be neck-high in some serious trouble. It was no secret that Miss Evans had quite the mouth on her. She didn't hold back her attitude and when she came at you, she didn't really have any mercy. Penelope was a verbal fighter. She was the kind of bitchy, bullying girl they did those scientific studies on; the kind they talk about in those pamphlets about how girls fight verbally and scar you emotionally and boys handle the physical shit. Penelope couldn't do physical for her life. She'd never had to. Growing up in glitzy Manhattan with rich parents who severely pampered her, she'd never really had to lift a finger in her entire life. And once Penelope had come to the age where it was time to defend herself, she found using words was more effective.

Sure, she'd done a couple of karate classes here and there and she knew a few moves (her roundhouse kick was actually quite good), but if someone engaged her one on one, Penelope was more likely to scream and break out the pepper spray and her keys or run away than to actually fight back. Besides, now that she was Queen of Eisley, she had people who would love to have their chance to defend Penelope. All Penelope had to was make sure she wasn't ever really alone. She was almost like a public figure now; anyone could want to assassinate her at any moment. This Kaitlin girl looked like she was just about ready to--if she had a gun. Penelope figured she might have a double-barreled shotgun if she was like those hicks she kind of reminded Penelope of.

Penelope was not at all impressed with the girl before her. Kaitlin didn't know what she was getting herself into, messing with Penelope like this. Penelope frowned as Kaitlin continued to spew nonsense from her stupid little mouth. "I have always called them friends and I will continue to do so. It's so sad that you're so jealous that I have loyal friends and you, you sad little pathetic thing--you probably don't have anyone. No need to be so bitter, Kaitlin," Penelope told her while shaking her head. Some of the people on the quad shifted and got up, edging towards Kaitlin on their own accord. Penelope had warned her; while a lot of people on the quad did follow Penelope down to her very last word, quite a few of them were still loyal to their Queen while having minds of their own. And they didn't like to be insulted.

Kaitlin was apparently also underestimating the power the people of the East Quad held over the rest of the school. Penelope laughed at Kaitlin's stupid question. "Should you be intimidated? I'm surprised you're not already!" A girl sitting near Penelope agreed. "Trust me, Kaitlin; we don't take our blacklist lightly."

It was at those words and with that dismissive wave of Penelope's hand that the crowd surrounding Kaitlin seemed to start closing in on her. Penelope watched in interest; she hadn't even said a word. Penelope narrowed her eyes when Kaitlin threw a punch at one of the guys on the East Quad. Before the Queen Bee could even say, "Bad move," a brawl broke out with little Miss Freshman Kaitlin right in the center of it all. It was all a great commotion and from her seat on top of the table, Penelope could only see a blur of bodies and flailing limbs--from who, she couldn't even tell. She bit on her lip and furrowed her brow as she watched the event unfold, but did nothing to stop it. Other people around her watched the same way, some of them chatting about it with her neighbors and some of them getting up from their seats to join the already large crowd of fighters. A small part of Penelope figured Kaitlin deserved it; no one underestimates the East Quad.

But then the little blond managed to wiggle her way out of the crowd and she approached Penelope. Penelope curled her lip; Kaitlin was a sorry sight. A sorry, bleeding sight. Penelope gave her an odd look as the freshman continued to stagger towards her and when the freshman actually fell on top of her, soaking Penelope's super cute skirt with blood! Penelope actually shrieked and several girls near Penelope edged away from their Queen, looking positively shocked.

The bleeding mess was begging her to stop something or do something, but Penny wasn't listening. She was just freaking out about the total mess Kaitlin had made of her and of the East Quad! How could she?! Luckily, someone pulled Kaitlin off of her and the Queen sprung to her feet, holding her hands away from the bloody mess on her skirt and her tights. She looked like a freaking butcher!

"You!" she hissed at Kaitlin, with more disdain and contempt than she'd shown all day. Penelope was actually furious. The bloody clothes were just the icing on the cake. Penelope turned to face the crowd of fighters who had stilled a bit since Kaitlin had managed her way out of the fight. "Stop!" she screamed at them, extremely red in the face. Everyone got extremely quiet and no one moved.

Penelope flared her nostrils. If they got in trouble for this shit, she would be so upset. This certainly wouldn't be the last Kaitlin Phoenix would hear from her--and the rest of the quad. Luckily, no teachers seemed to be around and even if some had been, the quad was good in the school's eyes. They could blame this all on Kaitlin; they'd find a way to manipulate it to get their way.

"Someone get this vermin out of my sight! Get her to the nurse's office, to the hospital, back to her dorm--I don't care! Just make sure she is somewhere where I can't see her!" Penelope screeched suddenly, and two guys rushed to Kaitlin's side, grabbing the small girl by the arms and hoisting her up to her feet. Penelope turned to the rest of the quad and looked at her pitiful, ruined clothes. Tears almost came to her eyes. "And does anybody have a change of clothes? In case you haven't noticed, I'm a fucking bloody mess!"

Some girls rushed to their Queen's side, opening their backpacks to reveal some cute outfits or gym clothes that they toted around with them in times of emergency. This definitely counted as emergency.

Penelope turned back to Kaitlin, fire in her eyes and she stomped over to the girl and pointed a perfectly manicured nail in her pale little bloody face. "You're paying for this--literally and figuratively. If you're not scared yet, I'd get scared and fast. We're around every corner, you remember that. We know who you are and we're the ones in charge at this crummy school. We can and we will make your life a living hell and try as you might, but nobody will be able to do a goddamn thing about it!" Penelope seethed. "So get your sorry ass out of my face before I do you one worse than what the rest of them did." Penelope nodded her head in the direction of the crowd. She could feel their hateful energy; they wanted to tear Kaitlin apart.

Penelope kind of felt sorry for the girl. She certainly didn't want any more of the freshman's blood on her hands and although she'd initially thought Kaitlin had gotten what she'd deserved, maybe they'd gone too far. But right now, Penelope was furious as hell. Kaitlin's pain came second to anything Penelope was going through. Still, there was a hell of a lot of blood. The stench was almost overpowering. Penelope took a deep breath and looked around the quad.

"Well? What the hell are you all waiting for? Someone clean up this goddamn mess! The smell makes me want to throw up!" Penelope screamed.


tagged » kaitlin summer phoenix !
outfit » here.
words » 1,485.
lyrics » it's hard to say 'i do' when i don't -- fall out boy.
music » misguided ghosts -- paramore.
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