[i]I can't believe I ran into Bonnie Beningsworth, the head cheerleader and she asked me to sit with her. They must want something from me. At least she told her friends I was cool.[/i] Ella inwardly grinned at the memory.

[i]This is Ella. She's cool.[/i] Those words played through Ella's head as she sat next to Bonnie and her two perfect blonde friends. Their names are also just as perfect and cute as Bonnie's name. Ashley and Melodi, spelled with an “I” they told her. 

“Hiya,” one of them said. Ella couldn't remember who was who. They looked so much alike that they could very well be twins and most likely were. “So I haven't seen you around before?” She popped her cotton candy bubble gum with a loud smack. It was the most annoying sound Ella had ever heard.

“Yeah, are you new?” The other one asked. She was also chewing gum that smelled of watermelon. They were not afraid to get right up in people's faces when they talked, making the popping and smells even more annoying. Ella might have been a lesbian and these girls might be very attractive and popular, but there was only so much one girl could handle.

Trying not to show her annoyance, she smiled, while brushing some hair out of her eyes. “I guess you could say that. I started at the end of last year.” Of course popular people like Ashley and Melodi, [i]with an “I”[/i], wouldn't notice her.

Bonnie placed a perfectly manicured hand on Ella's arm. “She's totally creative. Her style is a little different from ours, but she's got guts.” Ella blushed, wondering why Bonnie was saying things like that after only just meeting.

“Creative?” Ashley said, clicking her tongue against her teeth. Ella decided this one was Ashley and the other Melodi. The one she decided was Ashley had short, curled blonde hair and the one who was Melodi had very long; stick straight blonde hair, just like Bonnie did.

“Then you can join the decoration committee for the school dance.”

[i]What? Me on the school dance committee? I have never even gone to a dance before! How can they have a dance with no boys, not that I care? I guess there must be an all boy's school local to us...[/i]

“We need more people with imagination. Nobody has any good ideas anymore.” Melodi pouted. 

“Seriously? Why would you want me to help?”

“You might have fun,” Bonnie said, her eyes lighting up at the idea. “Look at the way you dress and the things you do to your hair.” Bonnie smirked. “I bet you even draw.”

[i]So the cat is out of the bag, they want me to do some dirty work for them...[/i]

“How in the world can you possibly know I'm an artist?” Ella felt a little stunned. She did pride herself in her artwork, whether it was a drawing, painting or a written story.

Bonnie leaned closer to Ella and grabbed across her to where Ella's notebook for English class set. She pointed a long, slender finger at the cover a couple times, while looking up at Ella and smiling. “You can't exactly buy this notebook in the store. I mean the cover doodles don't come on it.”

It was true that Ella's notebook was covered in doodles, from the likeness of her mother, to pictures of roses and crosses, to flowers and music notes.

Melodi and Ashley leaned over and also looked at the notebook, wrinkling their noses at some of the doodles, because they were too dark for their taste, but they were well drawn all the same.

“Fine, I doodle. Still doesn't mean I'm as good as Picasso.”

“Who?” The twins asked.

Ella and Bonnie raised their eyebrows and then started to laugh, making the twins pout more than was necessary. 

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When the last class of the day let out, Ella excused herself from the cheerleaders. People called her weird, well cheerleaders were the weirdest of the bunch. If she heard one more bubble popping, she was going to go crazy. She walked out the classroom and made her way out the building. She already had her new room assignment and was curious about who her roommate would be.

"North dorm...hmmm..."

Ella walked the short distance, past the courtyard and down the sidewalk, taking a turn to go toward the dorm. When she got to the door, she hesitated. Should she knock? Deciding it was silly to knock, she tried the doorknob. It opened.

She walked in and looked around, finding the only person sitting and reading a book.

[i]She's a reader, that's 1 point for her already. Hmm, she's cute.[/i] Ella made sure her hair wasn't messy, running her fingers through the short black locks. She looked down at her outfit, wondering what the girl would think of her. Today she wore a short black lacy skirt, with black knee high tights and black wedge pumps. Her top was a front laced corset. It left her arms and shoulders completely bare, also showing off her figure.

She subconsciously waited for the girl to look up and see her, knowing how much she hated when people interrupted her when she was reading.

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Corset top and skirt like this.[/hider]