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The Glittery Girls Gang, Chapter 4

Lunch. The day after the incident.

After I buy my lunch, I sit down at an empty table towards the back of the cafeteria. I take out my book, Wonder, out and start to read and eat simultaneously. I call it “reating.”

I was so absorbed in my book that I didn’t see the Glittery Girls coming right towards me, or, as some might view it, stalking their prey.

“Hey, nerd.” Kayla said with a snicker.

“I thought this was lunch, not English class.” Avalon sneered.

“What kind of a pathetic loser READS in her free time? Seriously, get a life, honey.” Maggie chortled.

“No wonder you have no friends.” Mercedes said. And then, in perfect sync, all 4 members of the Glittery Girls Gang flipped their long hair, turned around, and sashayed away, snickering.

I feel like I’m gonna throw up. I run into the bathroom, cry, and puke my guts out. I decided to go to the school nurse because I really do feel sick. 

I tell the nurse, Ms. Harold, that I think I have a stomach bug and that I had just puked. I call my dad on the nurse’s phone. My dad said he’d pick me up in 10 minutes.

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After an all day marathon of my favorite show, Back Handsprings and Backstabbers, I heard my phone bleep at 5:30. I got an email. At first, I thought it was an email from Jesy since we email all the time. But I nearly threw up (for the sixth time that day) when I read who it was from. 

The email was from Mercedes.

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The Glittery Girls Gang, Part 1

The events in this story are inspired by events I experienced in real life. All names, places, and things have been fictionalized for the purpose of privacy. The leaders of the Glittery Girls Gang are still among us, and I don’t want them to know I’m writing this. Anyhow, on with the story.

Chapter 1

I am all alone.

My best friend, Jesy, just moved to Iowa. Ever since kindergarten, we have done everything together. We went to the same school, the same dance class, and the same synagogue. But her mom just got a really good position at work in Des Moines, and obviously Jesy and her family couldn’t travel from Iowa to Massachusetts every single day, so my best and only friend has to move all the way across the country. And that’s where my story begins.

My name is Devyn, by the way. Devyn De La Rosa. I am eleven years old, and I love to act, sing, dance, read, and write. I read so much that my mom jokes that I came out of the womb with a book in my hand. I am also incredibly shy, and the only friend I have ever had is Jesy, partly because Jesy is also very shy. But I’ve decided to take it upon myself to make some new friends. Jesy wouldn’t want me to be alone.

There’s this group of girls in my class named Kayla, Avalon, Maggie, and Mercedes. They call themselves The Glittery Girls Gang, or the GGG for short. I, and everyone else in the universe, know this because they all wear shirts with the words “Glittery Girls Gang” printed on the front in big, gold, shimmery letters, and on the back of the shirts, their names and numbers are printed. Kayla’s number is 1, because she is the president of the gang. Her shirt even says “Prez of the Glittery Girls Gang.” They wear their official tees every day. Kayla’s mom also owns CoolTees.com, a website where you can design and order your own custom t-shirts, so the Gang got their shirts for free. Kayla’s family is also incredibly rich because of her mother’s success in business. I wonder if I’m going to get a GGG shirt.