Mean Girls by Abbi Outen

Y'know I think my favourite thing is exploring someone's body. Seeing what makes them tick, in the bedroom, so to speak. And hey, they say knowledge is power so I never pass up an opportunity to ... Educate myself a little more. What can I say? I'm a man of learning. Let me get you ladies another drink.

We were out of Diet Coke but don't worry, I had Coke Zero. Oh! What are you-? Why are you-? When I said I was an explorer, I meant of ... Friendly territory. Home ground? You have it all wrong. What I mean, girls, is that I'm gay. So please, put your mysterious forests away and we can pretend it never happened.

Mean Girls by Carolyn Glass

The best days are the ones where I‘m invisible to them, when they find someone else to torment because their face doesn’t fit, or they don’t wear the right labels, or do too well in class.

I used to be part of the group, but then Dad lost his job and I couldn’t keep up with the latest fashions, and decided that I needed to get some decent qualifications so that I could have a chance of the future and career that I aspired to. First the invitations stopped, they knew I couldn’t afford to go out so much, and if I did, I couldn’t keep up in the fashion stakes. Then the snarky comments, finally outright scorn and ridicule whenever they could spare the time to torment me.

Mum said they only tease because I react, that they will soon lose interest if I ignore them. Well she must have forgotten what it’s like to be at school, because ignoring them isn’t helping at all. So today I’m going to make a stand. They’ll see I can be a mean girl too, the ones that survive that is.

Mean Girls by Lesley Whyte

Apparently not every school has a clique problem, but ours did. Ours really did. And it wasn't the cheerleaders, as you might expect, if you've ever watched a movie or TV show or - God forbid - read a book that's aimed at teenage girls. We're taught to expect the cheerleaders to be bitches. To torment the clever, the plain, the unworthy. Our cheerleaders were actually pretty nice. If they found time to speak to you, of course. They were serious about their sport. For them, it really was even more than that. They were driven and focused and just didn't have time to waste on ruining other people's lives.

No, it was the pretty, apathetic girls you wanted to watch out for. The bored, spoiled ones who had no hobbies and interests except for making other people miserable. And they were very, very good at it. The worst was Tyler Prince. She was terrifying. People were scared to speak in front of her, afraid that it would somehow come back to haunt them. She was beautiful and terrifying.

She and her friends did all the usual things - spreading rumours, hiding clothes, stealing textbooks, sending fake emails, writing words like SLUT or WHORE on lockers in bright red lipstick. You know, the usual. But then, occasionally, they'd go just that bit further. They'd work their little brains up in a frenzy, the smell of smoke following them for days, and come up with something a bit more creative.

I think the worst thing they ever did was the fortune cookies. I still don't know how they managed it. It was decided that the entire junior class would have Chinese food on the last day before summer break, I suppose Tyler and her friends decided that, seeing as she was class president - a role that required really very little of her. We ate our shrimp lo mein and sweet and sour chicken balls, and then the fortune cookies came around. All the girls had...shall we say, personalised messages.

And not friendly ones. 

Mine said You're worthless and always will be. Why bother?

I still don't know how they managed it.

Day Six

And today's prompt is...

Mean Girls