Bad People Expose Bad Intentions

When we were at school there was a ‘clique’ of girls.  Today they’d call them ‘mean girls’ but in my day, I called them ‘class queens and their ladies in waiting’.

These girls would ridicule others, they clung together, were loud and show offy, and thought everyone admired them and wanted to be them.

There was a very nice girl named Debbie.  She was bright, attractive, and very nice.  She wasn’t at all impressed by the ‘mean girls’.   She dressed well, so her people had money, and was picked up and dropped off by her father each day.

She didn’t go to many class functions unless they were ‘mandatory’ and set by the school.  So if the school was having a Halloween Party, she would come in costume,  if they were having a cake sale, her mother would bake fantastic things.

The mean girls couldn’t find a hook into her.   They couldn’t ridicule her hair style, her dress, her shoes, anything about her.

She wasn’t fat or clumsy or stupid.   She was a thorn in their side because she didn’t want to be part of their clique and spent her lunch time at our table in ‘siberia’; that is the table far from the front windows.  And she never wanted to be at the front windows.

The clique was planning a ‘pre-Christmas’ party.

Janelle, the absolute queen, would hold a party in the second to last week of school to allow her minions to brag and boast about the party during the last week of school.

Unlike those who would set their party the last Friday, she picked the penultimate Saturday night so that on Monday everyone can talk about who they saw, what they wore, loud and exclusionary, so those who weren’t invited would feel worse.

The party came and went, the bragging went on, and when term began again in January people were talking about all sorts of things.

For some reason, Michelle, one of Janelle’s ‘ladies in waiting’ jumped up in Debbie’s face to tell her; “Janelle didn’t invite you because you are nothing…”

Debbie didn’t say anything.

Debbie had left the City the penultimate Friday, and flown with her folks to a holiday resort.  They spent two weeks, then returned.  Even if Debbie had been invited, she couldn’t have gone.  But Debbie said nothing.

Michelle was far too smug about the whole thing.

I told the biggest blabber mouth at school, Leni;  “Oh, you should have been there!  Michelle made a complete ass of herself.  Imagine, Debbie’s folks go on vacation, so Debbie was lounging on the beach and Michelle jumped up in her face the other day to say that she wasn’t invited to Janelle’s party, as if she would have gone even if she was in the City.”

Leni asked questions about the trip, then went to Debbie, and got to see the photos.

Leni took it as a gift to walk around and tell everyone about it, which of course would reach Michelle and Janelle and make them seem even dumber.

At some point someone said something to Debbie about it, and she said; “Those girls need something to feel good about, so hurting or trying to hurt other people makes them feel better.”

This went ‘viral’ and instead of the clique being the pinnacle, they became the valley.  People didn’t aspire to be them, people didn’t want to be them.