Previously on Midway Prep
Episode Fifty-Eight
Amber tapped her long, smoothly curved fingernail on the desk. She couldn't help but smile as she spied on Tom Winston explaining that he wouldn't be heading the Miss Midway ballot counting for the year. With his absence, Amber could finally begin to taste the sweetness of the victory she was sure would occur. And with the victory, she would finally regain the pride, respect, and self-confidence that she had lost during the previous year.
"Amber!"
The chilling voice shocked Amber out of her thoughts. She tensed as she began to think who could have caught her watching the private meeting being held inside.
"Didn't you just hear me call your name? I need to have a talk with you now!"
As she began to recognize the voice, Amber's muscles relaxed. She folded her arms and faced the person. "Whatever about, Francesca?"
"You know exactly what I want to talk about. Who in the h*ll do you think you are? I knew you were scum of the earth, but I didn't know that you could stoop so low."
"Spare me the dramatics, Francesca. I did you a favor, after all. Allan obviously wants to move on with his life, and I think you should do the same." Amber paused for Francesca's reaction. When she received none, she went on, "Come on. Did you actually think that your little bond with Allan was going to last? We're in high school now. You would've been dropped Allan the minute you spotted those hot upperclassmen and you know it."
"If you don't shut up I'm going to rip your tongue out!"
"Get a grip. Better yet, get a life," Amber managed to insert the insult effectively before brushing past the stunned girl and walking out of the building.
Blood was pounding at her temples. Francesca was so angry she felt like picking up a gun and aiming straight at Amber's head. Everything that she had planned to say to Amber now meant nothing. Because of that, she immediately began to think of ways to make Amber pay for ruining the one good thing that she had in her life. One way or another, Amber would pay.
Francesca took notice of moving figures from the corner of her eye. She moved in closer to the door window to see what had been interesting enough to hold Amber's attention. She put her ear to the door.
"And so I hope you won't be too disappointed, but I have other events to look over this year and I'm sure you will understand. I believe the Miss Midway contest will be better than ever this year, and hopefully we will all be able to say that by the end of the carnival. With that said, this meeting is now adjourned."
Francesca quickly made herself scarce. Her hand flew to her mouth as she took in what had been said. "Mr. Winston's not doing the Miss Midway contest this year? Why on earth would he quit?"
The wheels began turning in Francesca's head; her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. She glanced at the door that Amber had left out of, then back at the room where members of the meeting were now walking out of.
"So that's what Amber's up to. Well, she succeeded in ruining my life, Francesca whispered. "Now it's my turn.
-The foundation was laid for one carnival that few students will ever forget.
September 11, 2001
Part Three of Peace, Interrupted