a girl named Debora Myles. One of the smartest girls in school, Debora was already being offered scholarships from big name
colleges. She was also a candidate for Senior Class Valedictorian which usually boosted her confidence to near smugness.
However, as Jennifer stepped out of her car, cat appendages and all, she noticed that Debora's confidence had been replaced
by, what she could only guess, was a mixture of anger and worry.
"Hiya Debora-" started Jen before being interrupted by Debora.
"Don't you Hiya Debora me you slut of a cheerleader," shouted the girl. "You are thirty minutes late to school which is thirty
minutes taken from our preparation time for our presentation."
"Presentation?" asked Jen as she tried to remember.
"Gawh, why am I not surprised," huffed Debora. "You cheerleaders are always too busy throwing on make up and getting laid
that you no doubt forgot about our anatomy project. I hope you at least remembered that we will be doing felines."
"Felin-?"
"CATS! you brainless twit!" shouted Debora as she stamped her foot. Jen shrunk back a little, scared by Debora's shout and
hurt by the volume.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to forget," said Jen. "I just got pulled over by a cop on my way to school so it really wasn't my fault."
"Excuses, excuses," responded Debora as she folded her arms, preparing to judge. "No doubt you were pulled over for
speeding, something you could have avoided if you had woken up earlier and remembered our presentation. You and your
cheerleader friends need to learn that there is more to life than just screwing off."
"And you need to learn there's more to life than grades!" rebutted Jen, standing defiant against Debora's poisoned volleys.
Debora was silent for a time, shocked by Jen's sudden response. Debora had to admit that Jen was right in a way. She had
never really enjoyed her high school career, always studying, declining party invitations. Finally the other girls gave up,
isolating Debora even more forcing her deeper into her studies. Shaking her head, Debora threw her doubts out. No she had
made the right decision. Better grades meant better college, which meant better diploma, better job, better husband, and a
wonderful life. She had to continue to push towards that goal.
"Whatever, now is not the time to discuss this," blurted out Debora as she fixed her mind back on the job at hand. "Let's get
to the library and get prepared. I won't let my perfect GPA be damaged by the likes of a party-holic cheerleader." Debora
then grabbed Jen's hand and dragged her towards the Library, not knowing what gift she had just obtained.