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"You piece of coprolite!" Now where had that come from? I hadn't said that for ages. I don't recall just when I'd come across that term, but I vividly remember the snickers my friends and I had shared following our discovery via the Wikipedia entry that an earlier name for coprolite was a bezoar stone, so a memorable lesson from Harry Potter ended up being that eating shit was an antidote for most poisons. "You piece of coprolite" had been our favorite insult for several months, at least among each other. Now we'd drifted apart, as is wont to happen in that transition between middle school and high school, particularly when you end up at different schools. I was the bitch who ditched everyone to be the smart cheerleader, hiding most of my intellect beneath my ridiculous ponytails.
"What did you call me?" Tommy was cute, but not the most intelligent specimen I'd ever encountered. Not that I expected most people to know what coprolite was, but even "fossilized dinosaur shit" might have passed over his head.
I tossed those ridiculous ponytails of mine. "Just forget it!" I stomped away. This popularity thing was getting to be kind of a drag. It had been fun in ninth grade, a bit less fun last year, but now it was so much effort. If I was going to be totally honest with myself, I'd be forced to admit that I'd picked that stupid fight with Tommy because I was bored. It wasn't that I didn't like my new friends, at least most of the time, but I missed those nights spent with Janie and Eleanor, those nights when we'd be rolling around on the floor with laughter over some crazy thing one of us had said. Whitney and Sarah, my new best friends, were too refined for that sort of thing, although not too refined to roll around on the floor with whoever was the latest flavor of the month.
I was sure word would get back to them about what I'd said and I'd get some flack about it, but I didn't really care at this point. And Whitney would probably be glad because I knew she was kind of interested in Tommy. Well, she could have him. I was tired of being stood up so he could go out drinking with his friends. Not that I totally minded staying at home, since I preferred reading to those interminable parties, but it was the principle of the thing. Maybe I would just make my own plans tonight. And they wouldn't involve coprolite of any type.


(Entry for [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol

Date: 2011-11-07 01:30 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] baxaphobia.livejournal.com
Sometimes popularity isn't as fun as friends who really share your sense of humor and interests.

Date: 2011-11-09 03:05 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] magenta-girl.livejournal.com
I was never popular, but it took me awhile to figure out that was probably the right thing for me.

Date: 2011-11-07 06:36 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] whipchick.livejournal.com
Nice character sketch - love to see what happens to her next!

Date: 2011-11-09 03:05 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] magenta-girl.livejournal.com
Thank you! :)

Date: 2011-11-07 08:39 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] noodledays.livejournal.com
oh the shit one might endure for popularity. ;)

Date: 2011-11-07 10:02 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] standgale.livejournal.com
nice, sounds like an interesting character. I hope she reconnects with her true self and true friends. she sounds like she could be on the path to awesomeness if she would just recognise her potential.

Date: 2011-11-09 03:06 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] magenta-girl.livejournal.com
Thanks, I imagine she will...She's a variation on a theme of mine I think.

Date: 2011-11-07 10:58 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] basric.livejournal.com
Its a shame when you're in school you can't follow the song 'make new friends but keep the old'---you have to make a choice instead of having the best of both worlds. Nicely written.

Date: 2011-11-09 03:09 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] magenta-girl.livejournal.com
Thank you! High school is a challenging time but I hope I've been out long enough to have more perspective...

Date: 2011-11-07 11:24 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] myrna-bird.livejournal.com
I would definitely be the rolling around on the floor type. Way more fun.

Date: 2011-11-09 03:07 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] magenta-girl.livejournal.com
I agree! That is who I was, although I did have some time in high school that I regretted not being popular.

Date: 2011-11-07 11:27 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] imafarmgirl.livejournal.com
Sometimes it is interesting remembering my relationships with people from high school.

Nice entry.

Date: 2011-11-09 03:07 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] magenta-girl.livejournal.com
Thank you. I go back to high school stuff a lot when I'm writing.

Date: 2011-11-08 01:01 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] whirlgig.livejournal.com
High school sucks. Lovely take on the prompt :)

Date: 2011-11-09 03:09 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] magenta-girl.livejournal.com
Thank you! I was not a fan of high school at all.

Date: 2011-11-08 11:17 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] pixiebelle.livejournal.com
Nice realization that being yourself is better than being popular! Nicely done!

Date: 2011-11-09 03:08 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] magenta-girl.livejournal.com
Thank you! I was not popular when I thought it was important and it did take me some time to figure out that wasn't really what I wanted.

Date: 2011-11-09 08:41 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] jacq22.livejournal.com
Interesting character; and agree being popular is not the way to go, being individual is what matters, More stories on this I hope?

Date: 2011-11-10 12:43 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] magenta-girl.livejournal.com
I am sure she'll be incorporated in stuff I write at some point. I have a whole high school series going on with overlapping characters.

Date: 2011-11-09 08:45 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] jacq22.livejournal.com
Just remembered a dim and distant memory of a blonde gorgeous guy I fell for and he could dance, but could hardly read or write...
although I wanted to be the dance queen, it never worked, I need my men to have humor and some semblance of a brain.

Date: 2011-11-10 12:44 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] magenta-girl.livejournal.com
Yes, I fully admit to being an intellectual snob, or at least wanting people I hang out with to be intelligent in some way, even if not through formal education.

Date: 2011-11-10 12:38 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] alien-infinity.livejournal.com
Nicely done! Your character here was quite engaging. Now I wonder if any of the popular-type kids at my high school felt the same way she did.

I was definitely not popular in high school, but I miss my high school friends. I had two best friends, whom I still talk to but not in the same way. High school was unexpectedly pleasant for me, for I had imagined some version of hell from watching too many teen movies and TV shows; college was (and is) worse socially.

Date: 2011-11-10 12:47 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] magenta-girl.livejournal.com
Thank you! I actually had a social blossoming in college. And one of my first jobs gave me my fill of what I figured it was like to be popular in high school...somewhat fun to begin with but ended up being kind of a soul sucking experience. Although I do have a number of fond memories and friends from that time.

Date: 2011-11-10 08:24 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] alycewilson.livejournal.com
Well-written piece.

Date: 2011-11-10 11:37 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] magenta-girl.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2011-11-10 07:10 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ktdid525.livejournal.com
I really like your entry. It is amazing how much who you chose to be friends with can affect you in left... not only in high school, unfortunately it seems to happen everywhere.

Date: 2011-11-10 11:38 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] magenta-girl.livejournal.com
Thank you. I agree that friendships have a huge impact on the rest of your life.
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