Chapter 14 : Prostitot-tion

By: Heather

Now that the girls had secured the assistance of the wiggers, freaks & geeks, stoners and Esther - they were feeling fairly confident. They figured that searching for more help was the best idea before making any concrete plans.

The girls reasoned that Heather would be most capable of getting the prostitots on their side since she arguably used to be one. Although she was intially reluctant to ask for help from the prostitots, she was persuaded by the incentive of more gold stars.

She pulled out her Teen Trauma Kit smoothing over a thick layer of foundation, applying fake lashes and potent cherry lip gloss. She then rolled up her skirt and down her socks. Lastly, she replaced her sneakers with tan suede wigger boots- intentionally untied.
Emily opened her mouth to say something, but she was waved off by Heather who was trying to concentrate. She took a deep breath, tipped her head to one side, and in the girliest of voices recited necessary grade 9 lingo:

"Like you know..."
"Oh - my - god!"
"And like, I was like..."

She repeated these lines until satisfied that she sounded convincing enough.

"Be right back-" she said and pranced over to the usual grade 9 hang out, in front of the tan salon on Bridge Street which was conveniently just around the corner.

After all flaunting over to Heather commenting on how great her skirt was, she was able to explain the situation- a few times actually because the first couple of times she just got blank stares followed by comments like " Ok- so, like, um....what?" A lot of the girls seemed to understand but didn't want to show it before their leader understood in fear of being titled a nerd- or worse being asked if she "like, read it in a book or something."

Once the leader understood what Heather was asking, she explained how the seniors had been stealing some of their other locations. She also ranted about how the elders were getting all of the media attention in the local fashion magazines as her group used to the magazine's regulars.

"Like - look at this lastest copy, they like, actually made the cover," she pulled out a cut out picture from her Louie Vuitton handbag.

"Wow," was all Heather could manage to say, she was still trying to put together this new tactic the antagonists had come up with. She thanked them and returned to the other 3/4 of TGS.

"Mission accomplished," she smirked to the girls as she unrolled her skirt. They, however did not pay any attention to her. Emily and Susanne seemed intensely focused on the state of Susanne's nails and Alison was busy scribbling out a Captain Obvious comic.

Quite annoyed at their lack of enthusiasm, Heather stomped away only tripping over, well, nothing really. However, the girls weren't neglegent enough to ignore an incident of embarrassment and rushed over to her.

"Thank goodness you weren't carrying a chocolate bar," Alison sighed in relief, putting out her hand to help Heather up.

"Wait! I think I heard something." She paused, then put her ear to the pavement, "Guys! Listen."

The girls followed her,putting their ears to the pavement; a faint whispering could be heard.

"The sewer!" whispered Emily.

There was no light shining from the sewer but the whispering was definitely louder,although the words were not clear enough to make out.

"We'd better not stay," said Susanne, "someone may see us- do you think anyone can see us?"

They stood up and walked over to the steps to Economy Fair, sitting down.

"We should wait somewhere - hide - until naptime begins. I'm almost certian that's where they took us to the tunnels. It has to be, " Emily reasoned.

"The trees in the park may work, " Alison suggested.

So they strolled across the street under the trees, eagarly waiting as the familiar sound of doors locking echoed and darkness began passing over town.