The Chicken and the Egg, Chapter 4

Georgia was now a member of the Populars at school. They had lunch together, went on the same bus after school, and went to the mall on weekends. She was having a good time, and she enjoyed the respect that she was given by the other girls, as well as the other students.

She had forgotten the egg incident…well, almost. No matter what would happen during the day, the tight knot would tie itself back up when she would go to sleep, along with her conscience screaming at her.

“You know what you did, Georgia. You know it. What are you going to do about it?”
“Shut up,” she would tell it, but the voice kept her awake for at least another hour nightly.

The girls kept making her do things, too. They were teasing geeks, tripping nerds, writing about girls in the bathroom stalls, flirting with jocks. They did it, too, and the more they did it, Georgia wondered if they ever felt any remorse, or if their consciences just egged them on further.

After a while, the boys began flirting back. She would giggle and play hard to get, twirling or chewing on a lock of hair, as the girls had taught her. “Wear your skirt up high, smile bright, tease them, and order them around,” Taylor would tell her, applying lipstick at lunch while Georgia held the mirror for her. “They live for us.”

The End

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