This choice: thin girl, must be a freshman like Tamera • Go Back...Chapter #4Rich girls rooming it for themselves by: Trampltrum   The girl that walked into Tamera’s dorm room was more than just thin, she was an almost identical copy of Tamera, save for her medium-length lightly-curled blonde hair.
The pair stared at each other for a moment, squinting before the new girl spoke.
“Like, Anna, is that you?” The blonde asked as her brow furrowing.
“Who’s Anna?” Tamera scoffed.
“Oh! Guess not then haha!” The intruder replied, laughing as she rubbed the back of her head. “Thought you were like, my twin in a long wig trying to play a prank on me! Like, totally embarrassing or what right?”
Tamera luckily did see the funny side, laughing with who she supposed was her new roommate, before suddenly getting a though. “Wait, twin? So do you guys like, read each other’s minds or something?” Tamera asked.
“Nope! Wish I did, then I could tell when she was going to play a prank on me.” The blonde explained, “I prank her she pranks me…I think I am one prank up on her…should be getting one soon…It’s a twin thing…”
“Ha! Not sure if I should be jealous or not...” the dark-haired igrl responded, before introducing herself. “I’m Tamera Lander, and you are?”
“Marissa Dupont.” The blonde replied, “lemme just put my case away, want to get off my feet for a mo.”
As the skinny chick said this, she took her suitcase in hand and headed towards the bedrooms, peeking inside before entering the one that lacked Tamera’s case. A few moments later and Tamera heard a sharp scream. Running to Marissa’s side Tamera expected something horrible, but was instead met with a rather ridiculous scene.
Inside was Marissa, standing on her bed, while several plastic snakes with extendable bodies were rolling around the floor.
“Guess that makes you and your twin even then?” Tamera chuckled as Marissa got down off the bed.
“Yeah guess so…gonna need to think of a response…got any bright ideas?” Marissa asked, her tone not making it clear if she was serious or not.
Tamera, apple of her parent’s eye, had no siblings and as such was not the best person to ask for prank ideas. With that avenue of conversation proving to be a dead end, the pair instead discussed what to do now they had both settled. (And by settled, both lazy teens meant had dropped their luggage bags into their room without unpacking yet; that was a job for later Tamera and Marissa.)
For such a preppy pair the answer was obvious; get out there and socialize! Show this school that it’s new queens had arrived!
As Marissa and Tamera chatted up a storm on their way down to the welcome feast, where they hoped to observe Buttercombe’s social hierarchy, they noticed something a bit odd wither their peers.
“Oh my god, have you seen how many fat-asses there round here?” Tamera noted to Marissa without dropping her voice to a polite whisper.
“I know right? Do they put lard in the water?” Marissa chuckled back as they passed an older blonde student who looked almost twice the weight of both freshmen combined. This instantly brought out the pairs bitchy sides…
“Look at the size of the ass on that one…”
“That short one looks like she could be rolled away…”
“Over there, big tits…but look at the gut holding it up!”
“How is that one even walking gawd…”
“Ew that one is wearing a crop top, I do not want to see your jelly rolls hun…”
As they taunted and giggled to themselves, Tamera and Marissa finally arrived in the grand hall. It’s beautiful decor lost on the pair as they were still laughing to themselves after seeing a pair of girls who were so fat, that together they had clogged a dorm-room doorway.
Joining their tubby peers, the duo lined up at the self-service buffet. It was laden with dishes so rich and decedent Tamera could almost feel the sugar hurting her teeth by looking at it. But despite their bitchiness towards their fatter fellow students, neither teen picked exactly healthy choice from the spread. With Tamera grabbing some desserts so unhealthy that they would make her possessive parents gag, and Marissa loading up her tray with enough excess carbs that after a few more meals like that she would be easy to distinguish from her twin.
With their trays loaded up with enough food to last even some of the bigger girls appetites, the next step for the preppy pair was to navigate the social minefield of cafeteria seating. The trouble was, it seemed in Buttercombe everything was rather mixed up.
While looking for the other preppy rich girls, (clearly defined by their expensive taste in clothes, bleach hair, fake tanned skin or ability to chat at a million-miles-an-hour) Tamera only saw absolute land-whales instead. As it was a private school, there were quite a few rich-parents types hanging around, but god so many of them (especially the older-looking ones) were so FAT! Obese bodies crammed into expensive clothes that stopped fitting properly fifty pounds ago, the latest phones swaddled in pudgy palms, long bleached hair cascading down multiple back rolls. These bitches were a literal huge contradiction!
Deciding against sitting with these people who quite clearly should be social outcasts, Tamera strode away to find people more like her and Marissa (who Tamera had to quickly drag away before she sat with those lard-asses). They didn’t have much luck though…
They just couldn’t find anybody who was both rich AND thin; it was like anybody here with several thousand dollars to their name spent it all on food…and it was not like Tamera wanted to sit with any of the other social groups either.
The goths? Nope! Not in a million years…even if they were the “thinnest” social group she had seen so far (bar one fatty who was as big as all her friends combined).
The jocks? Not unless she wanted a noogie or something. Gawd they looked less like jocks and more like sumos though…
Eventually Tamera settled to simply take an empty seat, with Marissa joining her. Hell if there was no clique for thin rich girls she would make one herself.
The pair ate in silence initially as Tamera leered ominously at the great wall of flab surrounding her on all sides, this place was so weird, it was starting to give her the creeps.
“Sho *gulp* What are your plans here?” Marissa asked, breaking the silence and the black-haired girl’s concentration.
“Same as I do in every school I go to; joining the cheerleading team.” Tamera confidently stated, completely ignoring the possibility that she might not pass the tryouts.
“Awsome! I was not sure what I was going to do to be honest, but that sounds cool, think I would have a shot as well?” Marissa asked, her eyes brightening.
Tamera looked her roommate up and down critically, before giving her a rare warm smile. “I think you got the looks down, so sure, why not come with me when I go to tryouts? I mean…assuming this place HAS a cheerleading team…” Tamera almost spat the words out as she gazed into the sea of fatties to spot anyone who looked like a typical cheerleader. Since it was the first day, nobody would be wearing any uniforms, this would be tough…  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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