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Chapter 14: Wikked Lil’ Grrls

Theresa didn’t even need to take off her clothes and strip down to her undergarments, she knew that she looked fat and didn’t want the proof to show it. She strode off to school, not bothering to drive because she clearly needed the exercise, again, her stomach grumbling.

School was usual and uneventful. She no longer took notice in her studies and regarded her powers as unsafe. And she did not take any notice in the pack of whispering girls following her. Theresa was flipping through her agenda for her homework, not that she would understand any of it. Oh well, she thought, I’ll just ask for Odie’s help. Her pencil fell and hit the floor, but as she reached for it, it somehow floated into her palm, a wave of tiredness washing over her.
‘Whoa,’ she said, clutching her head with bony fingers.
‘Smooth Sand Paper,’ said the poisonous voice of Brooke Kingston.
Theresa spun around to find Brooke along with at least five other girls, all with smoking hot bodies, big breasts, perfect skin, mini skirts and kinky shirts with long coats that opened down the middle.
‘Theresa, Theresa, Theresa,’ she said as she placed her perfectly manicured hand on her hip. ‘Haven’t I told you time and time again not to get in our way? But here you are, in my way.’
‘You’re a wicked girl Brooke, and nothing more,’ Theresa spat angrily.
‘Oh, well, then that just wouldn’t be me, now would it?’
A fit of giggles erupted from her posse.
‘Oh Theresa,’ Brooke said softly yet dangerously as she approached her. ‘You don’t want to mess with me,’
‘And vice-versa,’ Theresa retorted.

‘Wicked little girls
Kissed the boys and made them cry
Raising double trouble every time we pass them by
And some might say we're

‘Wicked little girls
With curves and kisses and pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock them up tight
Tight, tight, tight, tight,’

Then her posse joined in,

‘Brook’s up, baby, Brook’s up!’

‘You think that I'm a lady
You think that I won't fight,’

‘Put 'em up, put 'em up,’

‘I'll make your eyes shine like a liliqoi moonlit night
You think you're my one and only, only
Sophisticated Mommy told me
"You got to love living while your living or you won't love life,"
I'm a high pimpstress,’

‘You know you are,’

‘I'm honeybrown
I'm the baddest bitch to ever hit this town,’ She raised an eyebrow, drawn to perfect exactness, and smirked with red lips.
‘Cornbread woman
Yo ho and a bottle of yum,’

‘Oh yeah,’

Brooke pulled a random man from the crowd of people gathering form their school.
‘I'm gonna have a party with my body
Do you want to come?
Well, alright.

‘'Cause we're such,

‘Wicked little girls
Kissed the boys and made them cry
Raising double trouble every time we pass them by
Some might say we're

‘Wicked little girls
With curves and kisses and pearly whites
You better an your eye on your boys and lock them up tight
Tight, tight, tight, tight,’

They all sang evilly and venom tainted their voice.

‘Hey, girls
I'm back again
That vixen no bell and that bride of Frank
Bend the rules
Headline "Bad News"
It's the Sisters of Salem, they damn on the loose
Hell yeah, shaking the caboose like Dottie
Octopussy like a James Bond hottie
Smoking like a Cuban
When you're with a whiff like a rumor
Better know what you're doing
Or get kicked out right away, gonna hide away,’

Theresa’s hands balled into fists, but Brookes slender hands covered them, sending shivers down her spine.

‘I'd advise you not to play with those,’ she murmured.

‘Wicked little girls
Kissed the boys and made them cry
Raising double trouble every time we pass them by
Some might say we're,

‘Wicked little girls
With curves and kisses and pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock them up tight
Tight, tight, tight
Don't you play with those

Wicked little girls
Kissed the boys and made them cry
Raising double trouble every time we pass them by
Some might say we're,

Wicked little girls
With curves and kisses and pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock them up tight
Tight, tight, tight, tight, tight, tight
Tight, tight, tight, tight, tight, tight
Tight, tight, tight, tight, tight, tight...

‘Here come those devils,’ the girls sang as they crowded around her, giggling and laughing at her.
‘Cheeky sneaky rebels
Every day and every night
Hot stepping is what we like
Said, "Here come those devils, cheeky sneaky rebels."
Every day and every night
Hot stepping is what we like
Cheeky sneaky rebels,’

Tears streamed down her cheeks, hollow though they were.

‘Wicked little girls
Kissed the boys and made them cry
Raising double trouble every time we pass them by
Some might say we're

Wicked little girls
With curves and kisses and pearly whites, pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock them up tight
Lock, lock them up tight, tight, tight,

‘Wicked little girls
Kissed the boys and made them cry
Raising double trouble every time we pass them by
Some might say we're, some might say we're,

Wicked little girls
With curves and kisses and pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock them up tight
Hot stepping is what we like. Tight, tight
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock them up tight
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock them up tight.
La-di-da-di-la-di-da-di
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock them up tight
Hot stepping is what we like
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock them up tight
Hot stepping is what we like
Yeah, hot stepping is what we like, what we like,’

Their voices carried all the way down the street as she raced down the sidewalk, laughs echoed in her ears.

‘I dare you to play with me
I dare you to play with me
Wicked little girls
Yeah, yeah, you know we're wicked little girls
You know we're, I wanna have my cake
I wanna eat it too
I wanna have my cake
I wanna eat it too
I wanna have my cake
I wanna eat it too
I wanna have my cake
I wanna eat it too, yeah…’

She cried and cried and cried. She was hardly aware of the rumors...