mean girl - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The anger from her eyes showed the scared child within, the girl who was taught to fight and starved of the love she craved. I could see the pain beneath it and her soul drowning in this persona she'd carved to fit a world of indifference. But I can't help someone like that, not unless the tears come and they realise what's really going on. And I can't fight it, I won't, it takes such a toll on me to do so. The best I can offer her is a void, to let her shadow box until she craves the sunlight.
They said she was mean, I said the girl was hurting, but fixing someone who doesn't see their own truth isn't easy, and there are only so many times I can try to help.
The girl smiled at Todd in a way that never meant good things, but already his face was washed with desire. She rolled back her shoulders and observed as his eyes were drawn downward. Tossing her amber hair she glanced my way, into eyes she knew weren't mesmerized in the slightest. "You're gay," she said, eyes narrowed and head tilted to let her hair dangle in the breeze.
"No. I just know a bitch when I see one." Todd roared with laughter, the spell broken.
"You're ugly anyway," she retorted, already turning to leave.
"Better out than in, isn't that what they say?" Todd roared again. God, I love being friends with that boy. If we were gay we'd be married in a heart beat.
Every smile that lit up her features was the wrong sort. It's like she ran on cold malice instead of any form of genuine affection. Perhaps she was a baby that was left to cry, or a personality disorder the doctors couldn't fix. Either way she had as much empathy as a medieval mace.
Donna wasn't mean out of malice, rather an exaggerated sense of self preservation. She wasn't the only one like it either, all the kids that went through that home were just the same. Soft kids either got tough or beaten every day of their lives. That's just the way it was. Rare ones reformed afterwards, understood that those ways were cruel, but stuck with safety and what's safer than being the bully?
Jeanie went over the accounts. Charles had become a liability. He'd saved her ass one time, maybe more than one time, but with his recent injury he was a burden to off load. Getting the task done with him on board would be like swimming a river in concrete boots and "boats" were expensive. An extraction for someone in his state would take eighty percent of their funds. Without another thought she slid the revolver into her pocket and turned to see Charles behind her, weapon drawn, face moving between stern and distraught. Then he spoke. "I know what you did to Grace when she got injured. I know. It was a two cent solution, right?"
Jeanie smiled just like she had the day they'd kissed in the rain and giggled, "Charlie, I would never do that to you, never. Trust me."
"The best predictor of future behaviour is past behaviour. Isn't that what they taught us?"
"Baby, no. I would never. You're special. I never got to tell you how I feel about you." Charles began to cry, gun lowering to the dusty concrete that in an instant was splattered red.
She was horrible. She told me what to wear to be in with her crew. I hated her but being 'friends' with her means that I am popular. She teases other girls and flirts with all of the boys. She was just one of them girls that you wanted to push into a metal locker and bruise all of her face.
The light was already failing when we approached the lake. Instinctively I slapped my arm and it came away red. A smiled to myself, I don't usually catch mosquitos. Then to my horror I realized that I barely could have missed. The insects I just displaced resettled in moments, there wasn't just one there were hundreds. My eyes darted from one limb to the other, each one of them was host to a small army of mosquitos. I swiped at my face and turned tail to run. No midnight rendezvous was worth this, but perhaps Amelia knew it, perhaps this was her idea of a joke.
"You know I'd never hurt you, right?" Lisa couldn't force a smile at such a flagrant lie just nodded and hoped she'd leave. "Hey, Lisa come out to the car I want to show you something, ok?" Lisa looked at the others they all watched hoping she was as much a fool as Ginger had claimed; it had been a dull night and they wanted a little carnage to take back with them. "Sure Gin I'd love to." as Ginger turned to lead the way her feet were violently pulled out from under her sending the shrieking bitch crashing to the floor.