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Post by cathrine on Aug 13, 2007 21:28:16 GMT -5
"Like who?" Cathrine asked, crossing her arms. Oh, wait...she knew the answer...her posse. She sighed, "Nevermind...I am happy with myself...I just...well," did she really have a reason? Besides she wanted to be popular and cool?
"Wanna be popular and cool..." she said with a sigh. Yep, that was her only reason. Some of her posse were admittinly annoying.
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Post by Stevie Van Houten on Aug 13, 2007 21:38:28 GMT -5
"Listen," Stevie said quietly, suddenly feeling quite sad for the deluded girl. "No one but you, thinks your popular and cool. People laugh at you and your group of friends behind your back. It's the general agreement among the students, you guys are posers. Nothing important. Your bigots who have little tolerance for anything other than what you are trained to know." She took a deep breath and met the girls gaze straight on.
"I bet you didn't know I was 'popular' did you?" She frowned slightly. "I never cared because popular is just a word. Some people might still consider me popular because people know my name, isn't that your definition of popular?" she recalled their first meeting where Cathrine told her she should know her name because she was pretty and popular.
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Post by cathrine on Aug 13, 2007 21:52:11 GMT -5
Cathrine pouted. "That's not true!" she said, "People love us! They want to be us! They-" She clinched her fists...why bother? She had nothing else to say. Nobody she met besides her friends really liked her...like Lilly, April, Stevie, the list went on and on. But, that was the price to pay for populairity, right? Some people who were really geeks no liking you?
"Oh, what do you know!?" Cathrine snapped at Stevie. Stevie was not right...she wasn't. "Since when were you popular?"
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Post by Stevie Van Houten on Aug 13, 2007 22:00:02 GMT -5
"It's very true. Next time your walking down the halls, stop and LISTEN to people whispering about you. Instead of parading down the hall like you OWN it, get your head out of your ass. NO ONE wants to be you. If most students had their way, there wouldn't BE a YOU." She stressed. When Cathrine demanded to know when she was popular she rolled her eyes.
"Since I was twelve and entered the public school system." Stevie told her flatly. "This will come as a surprise, as I'm sure this thought has never crossed your mind. When your NICE to people, they tend to respond in kind. If your a bitch, well, you better hope your better at it then the other person." She shook her head, her big curls bounding around her shoulders.
"I told you before, I don't DO the whole label thing. You wanna parade around proclaiming how popular and pretty you are, take a good look around you. See how many people are ignoring you. See how many girls are SO much prettier than you. Really look and see how many other's have friends who actually care. If you just put yourself out there, for who you really were, and not who they want you to be, you'd have REAL friends too."
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Post by cathrine on Aug 13, 2007 22:21:06 GMT -5
Cathrine just stood, frozen in her tracks. She couldn't believe what Stevie was telling her. It couldn't be true, could it? People didn't like her? She had always thought they did.
"Well," said Cathrine, "This is who I am!" That's what she was trying to convince herself more and more latly...that she really was this when she was pretty much predenting. She only did what her friends told her 'cause she thought it could make her cool...and for a long time she thought nothing of it, "And what do people say about me, if you're so smart?" she snapped, crossing her arms, "And my friends are my real friends!"
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Post by Stevie Van Houten on Aug 13, 2007 22:32:24 GMT -5
"This is not who you are." Stevie said gently, her eyes softening at the girl's distress. "Trust me, just this once, when I tell you, you don't want to know what's being said. It's cruel, and it's not a good thing for me to repeat it. If you really want to know, stop and listen in the hallways."She shook her head, and grabbed for the halo that nearly fell off her head.
"Are they?" She asked. "Do they ask your opinion on things, or do they dictate it? Do they love you unconditionally because your Cathrine, or do they use you to better themselves? Think hard, and carefully before you answer me Cathrine, I'm trying to HELP you." She sighed before looking at her.
"Before I came to public school, I went to a private catholic school for girls. When I showed up, with a black eye and a split lip, the girl I knew, who reminds me SO much of you, told me I deserved it. Do you know what I did?" She asked so quietly, she wondered if Cathrine could even hear her. "I wanted SO badly to pound her into the ground. I wanted to hurt her for being so callous and stupid. I wanted her to hurt the way I was. No one deserves to be hurt. I wouldn't wish what happened to me on anyone." She clenched her hands into fists angrily at the memory. "So I didn't. I couldn't. I took the higher road. I laughed in her face, reminded her how cosmically insignificant she really was in the grand scheme of things, and when she's old and alone, she'll realize where her mistakes lie. Don't make the same mistake she is. When your old, you want to be loved, not alone because you burned to many bridges."
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Post by cathrine on Aug 13, 2007 22:51:20 GMT -5
"No," said Cathrine, "It is...I really do like to shop," she said, trying to convince herself, "And I like fashion and being perky...." The little angel on her shoulder that she always tried to brush off said, "And where does insulting the general masses come in?" Cathrine frowned. The imaginary angel on her shoulder was right....she didn't always like insulting everyone...she just did it...it was actually very easy to just start insulting people when you get used to it.
"No..." said Cathrine, after thinking about it. It seemed as if they liked her more for her fashion, "Not really."
Cathrine had to giggle a bit when Stevie said she was in Catholic school..."You, in Catholic school?" She then had an image of Stevie in a school uniform and giggled some more.
"Wait," said Cathrine with a frown, "I'm not like her...I didn't beat you up..." Well, as if she COULD if she wanted to...but..that part didn't matter.
She frowned, unable to say anything because she knew Stevie had a point.
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Post by Stevie Van Houten on Aug 13, 2007 22:59:18 GMT -5
"Shopping and fashion are just PART of who you are, it doesn't make you who you are. I work in an ice cream store, does that make me ice cream?" She asked trying to stress her point. "No, what makes me, Me, is what I decide. You could decide too."
"Oh yes, the uniform and everything. It was horrible, they made me braid my hair and do all sorts of dreadful things." she shook her head in mild amusement.
"She didn't beat me up either." Stevie pointed out quietly. "But she said the same hurtful things, I can see you saying the same things you know. You know very little about me. You could know more if you actually tried to get to know people." She pointed out gently. "If I asked you right now to list four things about me what could you say? I got beat up? I live with my brother? I went to Catholic school? What else?" She sighed.
"Try getting to know people. You'd be surprised at how many people would be willing to forget the past if you made an effort to change."
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Post by cathrine on Aug 13, 2007 23:33:10 GMT -5
"No," said Cathrine with a shake of her head, "It doesn't...and I do decide what I want I want to be..." she said. The imaginary angel on her shoulder was now getting annoyed with her and was screaming at her that she didn't and she knew so just admit it. She sighed..."Alright...I don't...I do what my friends think is cool." She'd never told anyone that....it seemed odd to say outloud.
Cathrine giggled at the image of Stevie's hair braided. "Ya, she did," said Cathrine with a nod, "You said she gave you a black eye." Oh well...that wasn't point. "I do get to know people...just...if they're popular."
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Post by Stevie Van Houten on Aug 13, 2007 23:37:51 GMT -5
"Try just being you." Stevie suggested. "You might gain some real true loyal friends. Who will actually value your opinion, and your thoughts. A lot of what your friends think is cool, is not. In fact cool in general is just another word. Word only hold meaning when you let them you know. I personally think it might be better to put more emphasis on words like Love and Peace, but of course, that's me." She shook her head, sending her hair over her shoulders again.
"You misunderstood me." Stevie said gently. "I said I showed up to school with a black eye. She just made snide comments about it. The only person who has ever laid a finger on me and not faced any repercussions was my father." She told her. "The last girl who tried to touch me, I do believe found herself on the receiving end of being dragged across the counter." She pointed out. "Time before that, she found herself kissing the ground."
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Post by cathrine on Sept 21, 2007 23:05:59 GMT -5
"Well," said Cathrine, "I am myself," she said meekly, "With the fashion part...I don't like being this mean all the time." Really, who did? It would make no sense if you did, quite frankly.
"Peace and love is all well and good," said Cathrine, "But, I thougt I'd find those by being cool," she said with a slight pout. She really did...she thought everyone loved the cool kids, but, apparantly, that turned out to be unture. No one really seemed to like her.
"Oh..." said Cathrine, then winched when Stevie said her dad was the only one who had hurt her without reprecussions. "How can someone do that do thier own kid?" she muttered to herself. It made no sense, quite frankly.
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Post by Stevie Van Houten on Sept 22, 2007 10:55:32 GMT -5
"Then stop being so mean." Stevie told her flatly. "Just be yourself if you don't like being mean, then don't be mean. It's a conscious choice on your part." She shook her head when Cathrine told her she thought she'd find Peace and Love by being cool.
"Peace and Love aren't something you find. It's something you have to make for yourself. I never had peace and love until I made it work. I took it upon myself to make it happen. You can do the same thing. All you have to do is figure out how." When Cathrine winced and asked how anyone could hurt their kid she shrugged.
"I don't know. What I do know is I will never put my family, what my family was put through. I would never throw my child out for any reason. More than anything else, I won't raise my child to think their better than anyone else. Our parents tried to do that to my brother and I. Tried to teach us we were better because we had more money. I never bought into that garbage, and that never sat well with my father."
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