The List

Sometimes, when you get something new, you trick yourself into believing it has the power to change absolutely everything about you.

That's how inside jokes usually are. Funny to those inside, annoying as shit to the rest of the world.

Principal Colby puts the tiara on Margo's head. She's surprised by the weight. Obviously the rhinestones wouldn't be diamonds, but Margo had always assumed the tiara would be metal. It isn't. It is plastic.

It didn't matter if i was the kind of girl who had sex, or the kind of girl who had her portrait on on a wall in the library, or the kind of girl who who got into the best college, or the kind of girl who didn't tell her parents everything, or the kind of girl who teachers loved. I just needed to be okay with all the kinds of girl I was.

Maybe you haven't noticed, but everyone shares the same brain around here. It's like a mass cult. They've all drunk the Kool-Aid.

All of her aunts said that Bridget looked exactly like her mother as a teenager. Staring at her, Bridget realised she had no memories of her mother being thin.

It annoys her how easily Dana can forget the past. But it also makes Margo jealous. Because she can't.

They don't understand that it's hard to be her, to be shopping with them. Like when Dana had pointed out a pair of jeans that Jennifer HAD to try, before darting into another section. Skinny girls can walk by a table full of pants, piled in high stacks, and peel a pair off the top. Easy. Effortless. But not girls like Jennifer.

She pushes all the pain out of her arms, kicks the hurt free from her legs. She swims her broken heart out.

No one was more stunned by the choice than her mother, who claimed to the saleswoman that she hadn't seen Danielle that dressed up since her first Communion.

Remember at the junior picnic, when someone whipped that dog at Jennifer's head? And Jennifer was laughing, like it was funny? Ted never copped to it, but I know he did it. I saw him. A-hole.' Rachel shakes her head in disgust. 'She probably deals with that kind of crap every day...' 'That's it. I'm going to ask Jennifer if she wants to sit with us today... I don't like those little turds thinking they can make fun of her because she's on the list. Don't they have any respect for the fact that she's a senior? If she's with us, they wouldn't dare say anything.

And pretty on the outside is what really counts. Pretty on the outside is what everyone sees. One

She sank to the floor and tried rubbing away the burn. If anyone saw ther, they'd think she'd been crying.

This last bit is proof. Proof that Milo doesn't really get her. He never did.

Bridget is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Two sides of herself, always arguing. She is tired of the fight, the constant struggle between a muddied version of good and evil, where right feels wrong and wrong feels really good.

She pushes all the pain out of her arms, kicks the hurt free from