The stress of making a gang a gang

The Stress of Making the Gang…a gang…

By Kat Christine Wang

Hiya! My name is Quinn Tanner and you won't believe what I've been through during the past nine weeks in school days-it was unbelievable! I'm going to tell you all about, worth taking out the stress…phew! I'm just glad it's all over. All the stress, the cringes…so just scoot your chair over here and I'll tell you what happened…from the beginning.

Chapter 1

Omigod!that is so lunatic!

That was officially it-I couldn't take any more of this stupid boy talk- I needed to escape-but there was no escape found anywhere. So I thought of something fast-"Hey, who wants to come to the movies with me and my mom to watch Omigod!that is so lunatic!movie?" I flashed quickly. My best friend Withers frowned at me. She was in the middle of discussing about, 'oh, I'm going to handsome Zach Gorsions party!' when I barged in. Henna and Xenia were pretty mad, too. My mom said that me, Withers, Henna and Xenia looked exactly like sisters-which was impossible because I have straight, long fair hair and light green eyes and olive skin, Withers has straight brown hair, little, tiny freckles along her nose and flashing dark plant green eyes and her skin is nicely tanned and not a single bit hairy. Henna has curly red hair, blue eyes, pale skin and orange freckles along her nose, too like Withers and Xenia has pretty dark hair (cooper, you could say), brown eyes and her nails are always painted blue. Xenia said something first: "That's not fair!" she yelled. "I wanted to hear all about Withers being invited to gorgeous Zach Gorsion's party!" I flinched. It was lunch break for an hour until our next class but I wish it was ten minutes. I'm not interested in boys-or clothes-or makeup or any of that stuff. They make me sick. I shrugged and grumbled, "Whatever," So, I spent like fifty five minutes chewing my sandwich and listening to this boring boy talk. "And, like, when he asked me out to his party-remember girls; not just a party but a private party! He was so hot! His dark hair…and his dazzling blue eyes…" Withers rattled on and on and on… I check my pockets for money. "And I was like, yes! Of course, only the best people get invited to Zach's party and he said I can bring a friend that I know along…" I took two dollars from my pocket-ace! I could escape from this boy talk, no offence to Withers, Xenia and Henna. But of course I didn't realize that Wither's dark alien-colored eyes were looking enviously across me. We were sitting under a big oak tree. There was awkward silence as Wither's stared at me. Finally, I looked up and spoke. "I'm going to the tuck shop," I said helpfully. "Anyone like to come along?" I added. Henna came with me. I could feel something was terribly wrong…the way Wither's acted when she said, 'I can bring a friend along'. Obviously, I had to listen then. When I and Henna walked to the tuck shop, I asked Henna, "Is Wither's mad at me?" Henna looked across the lawn, where Xenia and Withers were talking. Wither's looked…jealous? Then she sighed. "I'm gonna tell you a secret, but you have to promise not to tell anyone-not even Xenia; Wither's especially," she said. My eyes widened when I stepped on the queue. "Promise I won't breathe a word," I whispered to Henna. Henna took a deep breath while I walked backwards, trying to keep in time in the line. "It's just that-" she didn't get to finish her sentence because as I walked backwards, I bumped into someone. I spun around to see who it was. Oh yes, Mr. Charming himself-Zachary Gorsions, or you could say Wither's dreamboat. "Sorry!" I apologized. Zach took a glance at me. (You remember how Wither's said he was 'hot'? Well, I have to admit he is except that I don't fancy him or whatever like most of the girls does in my grade.) Zach has this dark brown hair and cute blue eyes, at least I think it's blue cuz I never go close to him or anything like the other girls do (P.S-They flirt) "It's OK," he smiled this really cute smile that any girls could die for. But I also have to admit-me too; except I told you that I don't fancy him. Then he asked, "What are you buying?" I'm like, Omigod! He's permanently smiling at me!!!!! But I didn't smile back. "I'm getting rainbow stripes, I guess." Suddenly, for a spilt second, I felt mean-he was being nice and stuff and I was being ruthless so I added a tiny smile to it. I glance over to Henna, who was looking surprise and angry. Of course! Henna liked Zach as well! Almost all the girls like Zach in my class-all, I have to admit; except for me. "Hi Zach, will you marry me when you get older?" this redheaded girl called Emily who was totally covered in freckles, even if she was lining up at the back of line zoomed to Zach to flirt. But I could see Zach was trying his best not to tell Emily out of it. He didn't say anything for a while until the canteen lady asked him what he wanted. Emily pouted but still didn't line up in the queue-she was waiting for Zach, fluttering her eyelashes and grinning sweetly. When Zach got whatever he wanted, some other girls must've saw him looking at me or Emily, so they scurried to him, asking stupid questions like, 'Will you marry me when I get older?' or 'I wish I were married to you!' or even, 'you look so hot and cute!' I got my stuff from the canteen in no time but I looked around for Henna but she was gone. If the girls are asking him to marry them, they must be insane. But if Zach says yes to one of them; they've got ready of what's going to happen in the next eight or seven years. Or, if the girls can't wait, they'll probably get married next year-which I at least think, is against the rules.

Chapter 2

Gourmand cheese sandwiches and lovely heavy cream drinks?!

Our teacher, Mrs. Fountain is as scary as a lion. Her hair is totally black, her face is deadly pale like someone's got killed and her eyebrows are either spray painted or painted white and she pounces everywhere she goes. She demands quietness is every lesson. It was time for maths after lunch and Mrs. Fountain was handing out a math assessment. I hate math-it's so boring but it's alright the work I mean. I was sitting next to Withers, who is obviously avoiding me for some reason and across from me is Xenia, who is glaring at me and Henna to Wither's across, who is glowering at me. Sometimes, I just don't get friends. What did I do wrong? I look at the maths assessment. Long algebra sucks. I'd rather spend a week getting rolled into a tight ball and coated all in someone's saliva, being drained all day than do long algebra. I concentrate on the first question when: "EMILY DUGONG, GET BACK IN YOUR SEAT NOW AND I WANT YOU TO DO THIS TEST OR YOU ARE GOING TO GET ZERO! YOU HAVE NO REASON TO BE NEAR ZACHARY'S DESK!" roared Mrs. Fountain, which I suspect, I lost my answer to the first question. "See what I mean?" I muttered under my breath to Withers. "This is why people can't get any work done!" but that didn't stop Emily from drooling to Zach's desk. After like ten minutes from the test time, Emily and Xenia and Henna and Diane Chup and Nickey Chi and Casey Smithers all crawled to Zach's desk. When Wither's saw, she glanced at Mrs. Fountain, who was marking some books and crawled over to Zach, too. Some of the girls placed roses or fake rings or love notes on Zach's desk. Zach's too nice to make them go away so he just thanked them quietly and soon, I'm pretty sure all of the girls in the class were silently crawling back and forth to him, during a math test, bringing love stuff until Peter Catchman, who was Zach's best mate, caught them out. "Mrs. Fountain! The girls are all near Zach's desk!" dobbed Peter. I'm not going to even describe what Mrs. Fountain did but all I can say is, there was lots of yelling and chalk-throwing going on around the girls.

By the time it was recess break, I caught up with Withers, Xenia and Henna. They looked pretty depressed because Mrs. Fountain did some telling off on them, big time. "Hey guys!" I waved to them. But as Withers just pushed past me angrily. I cringed and looked towards my other friends. Xenia looked furious along with Henna, too. They both looked like they were going to kill me. I walked after them to the tree we always play under at. "Hey, what's wrong?" I cried after them. Xenia grumbled and said something that whacked my brain. "You know why Withers aren't hanging around with us? Its cuz Zach fancies you," Xenia kept huffing when she had said that. I gasped. No way! I felt like screaming out my Zach and his mates were playing basketball on the courts, which was near the lawn, so he could've heard me. I stared at them, mouth hanging open. "No way, you are joking. This is a practical joke from you, there is no way…" I stopped talking once I realized I was blabbering. Xenia looked like she was about to explode and Henna looked upset. And really, I thought this was stupid, being angry because the person you fancy likes someone else. I closed my mouth with a snap. Xenia talked first. "Yeah, and it's kinda depressing and sad at the same time cuz you never even liked him-You obviously hated him," said Xenia. I sighed. "Well, that's not my fault, isn't it? It's totally not my fault cuz I'd never hypnotized Zach or something to make him fancy me," I pointed out. Henna sniggered sadly and snorted. "Yeah, like when I went with you to the tuck shop, you totally ignored me and went talking with your dream guy, didn't you?" sniggered Henna. I gaped at her. But before I could say anything, Xenia butted in. "Yeah, you fibbed all this time about not fancying Zach, didn't you?" said Xenia. I snorted. "As if!" I snorted. But I was kinda glad that Withers weren't here for our row-she would've made it worse, no offence to her. "I'd really never fancied him-you guys did! And even if he did like me, I wouldn't have accepted it, thank you very much!" I yelled at them. Henna was looking really upset. See what a mean? Girls are totally obsessed with Zach.

Chapter 3

The big Row of my Life

Obviously, since our big row, Xenia and Henna and Withers aren't speaking to me, which was fine. Totally fine. Cuz if I ever had the biggest row in my life-it's this one. And if they ever speak to me again, I'll make sure that I keep my mouth shut. When I got home, mum was overworking and dad was still at the office and my big sister, Claire was over at her friend's house. The whole house was quiet and a bit dark because it rained and the sky was getting darker, filling with clouds. The house was quiet, too. I wished we had a dog or a cat or something in the house. But mom said it was because of most of our family members were out during the day and it wouldn't be fair to the dog. I just hoped Claire would come home. She was really late, the idiot inoffensively. I sighed and switched on the toaster. I was going to make some really warm cheese grilled sandwiches. I popped to bread slices and switched on the plug, which reminded me about Xenia, Henna and Withers and me row. It was completely horrid. But one part of me is thinking that this is all Withers fault. After all, she was the one who had told Xenia and Henna that she was mad of me because Zach just fancies me. But really, I just couldn't blame myself. Suddenly, I heard the front door unlock-it has to be Claire; or mom; or dad. But then, it turns out it was mom. Mom came in through the door. "Hello, Quinn," she greeted. I didn't say anything obviously. "I've had a bad day," I moaned. Mom turned on the main lights and snickered. "With who? Trouble at school?" she asked. "No!" I said rushly. And it was true. A bit. I just didn't want her to find out the stuff about Zach and the row and that kind of stuff. "It's just that Withers are kinda avoiding me, Xenia and Henna," I said. It was true. Mom started chopping radish. Radish makes me a bit sick, too be honest. The last time I smelt radish, I practically fainted. I tried to say that to mom without looking at the radish. "Don't worry, there's plenty more fish in sea," she said. "I'm going to do homework," I said quickly before she says another one of her 'helpful' proverbs, like, 'The world's not going to end' or 'The birds will still fly high' or something like that.

I looked out the window and decided to phone Withers. It was six o clocks so her dancing lessons were over. I picked up the phone and dialed Withers number. I took a deep breath. "Hello?" a muffled voice came through the phone. "Hi, it's Quinn," I answered. Suddenly, bam! She had slammed down the phone. I was basically shocked. Who wouldn't have been?

Chapter 4

Shape up or ship out

Claire came home about midnight and mom got really mad. For once, I was a bit concerned of Claire-I mean, arriving home at midnight. I was kinda worried if she had been drinking at a club or something. Mom was thinking the same thing. Claire looked a bit drunk. I really hope she hadn't been drinking. Claire is sixteen…which is an age where people drink…I shivered. I was hearing all the commotion from my bedroom, and soon, when I heard mom say, 'have you'd been drinking at a club?' I got out of bed moderately. I scurried downstairs and saw Claire-there were dark circles under her eyes like panda, her eyelids were dropping and she looked sick. I got a little fright and not because mom told me to go upstairs, I went.