by DMt. » Mon Dec 12, 2011 8:13 pm
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They are cheered, on the road to the school, by meeting Malin and Sara, who like themselves are walking arm-in-arm and talking. The other two are at first a little shy with Agnes, embarrassed at not having been more friendly before, but soon they are all talking animatedly.
“Elin told me what your Mama said”, Agnes says quietly to Malin, when she sees a chance, “thanks; and will you thank her for me?” Malin smiles at her, and nods. “It'll be OK at school”, she says reassuringly, “I rang around a bit, last night, we're all with you and Elin. Well, all of us except Camilla, anyway.”
“That's OK”, grins Elin, “not everybody is gonna love us, are they? Only the coolest ones.”
“If anyone wants to get snotty with you two, they can deal with us”, adds Sara firmly, “it's nearly the twenty-first century, for God's sake, that old crap is so stale now.”
Agnes smiles a little at the notion of the younger girls protecting her, but forbears to point out that they can't help in the matter of her own class. She is still going to be sitting next to Victoria, for example, who certainly has no reason to be nice to her now.
[...Perhaps bridges can be built, we'll just have to see...]
Elin catches her thoughtful mood and says, “What's up?”
“Victoria”, says Agnes, “I wasn't very nice to her, on my birthday, and when I went round to apologise, she blew me out. I'm still sitting next to her. ”
“She's been stirring it as hard as she can, ever since”, says Malin a little grimly, “like Camilla. Everyone's sick of hearing it, even the boys. Well, most of them.”
“Well, I'm going to give them both a big kiss, if they don't watch out”, says Elin, “and then they'll catch the Dreaded Lesbo Disease, and they won't be able to tut about us any more.” She makes her eyes bug, pouts, and wiggles her fingers like tentacles, and they all laugh.
Jenny and Sabina call to the four from across the road, and hurry over to meet them. They too are initially a little shy, but they soon realise that it is pretty much business as usual, and they smile at Agnes and Elin, who are now holding hands.
“You two are so damn cute together”, says Sabina eventually, “they should make dolls of you.”
“What, you mean, like, inflatables?”, teases Jenny, to groans and catcalls from the others, and she claps a hand over her mouth, and blushes.
“Sorry”, she mumbles to Agnes and Elin, “I didn't mean...I mean, I didn't think you...”
“That's OK,” says Agnes drily, one eyebrow raised, “who needs blow-up dolls, anyway, when you've got the real thing?”
“Much better”, agrees Elin solemnly, “all that pumping up, it's such a drag.”
“They always start leaking, too”, muses Agnes, “just like camping mattresses...
"...and always at exactly the wrong moment”, sighs Elin.
“Arrrgh! Enough!”, says Jenny, hands over her ears, “I said I was sorry...!”
Elin does a little song-and-dance, modifying a popular tune of the day to, “You never have to say you're sorry / to your inflatable dolly...”, so that they are all still laughing, perhaps just a little hysterically, as they go through the school gates, to the evident consternation of a sullen-looking group of about a dozen who are hanging around outside. Victoria is with them, hovering near the back, glowering at Agnes.
"What the fuck's this?", calls an ill-favoured youth, "Dykes Anonymous?". Agnes recognises him as one of those who put the porn shot on her locker; the others smirk, as if he has said something witty and clever.
"Have you put another of your cheesy magazine pictures on my locker?", she says coldly, "I'm sure you have plenty more of them, for masturbating over." He flushes bright red, and scowls as the others around him snigger at his discomfiture. "Fucking dykes", he mumbles.
"And there's nothing anonymous about Agnes OR me, Sverker, you shithead", adds Elin, as the rest of the girls urge them through into the school, practically pulling them away.
"So", says Elin thoughtfully, "it's starting already, then."
"We'll see", says Malin mysteriously, and smiles at them. Then it is time for assembly, Agnes has to go and join her own class. They will meet at lunch.
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DMt. on Mon Dec 12, 2011 10:00 pm, edited 3 times in total.
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