The two girls with bright red hair gazed at their creation hanging on the wall.
“See, Alicia, the one on the left.”
”Oh, she’s the smart bitch. The one the teachers all call on. Her Daddy drinks. She’s nothing.”
They giggled.
”The next one is the Marilyn Monroe chick, Katie. Ms. Beautiful. All the boys want her!”
”Oh, so is the next one, Alicia. She thinks she’s so tall and gorgeous, she’s going to be a model and smart to boot. Who wants to hang around with her?”
”I like the next one, Katie. She’s nice and just seems to be one of us girls. She even kisses the boys, she says! Let’s invite her to our next slumber party.”
”Don’t even mention the next one, Alicia. Her Daddy is some big shot and she thinks she is really something.”
”Alicia, the last one. I like her. Her mom is sick though and she doesn’t get to go anywhere.”
”That makes four of us at our next slumber party, Katie. We just need to find four more out of our high school class.”
After high school, when the ostracized girls weren’t heard from again, the two redheads couldn’t understand why.
200 words
Photo Credit to J Hardy Carroll
The Write Scribe 
Why does the thought of murder come to mind?
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I thought murder, or perhaps some spell they have inadvertently cast on the other girls. Nice one.
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Well written, and so much truth here. Sadly, these girls never grow up. They remain “mean girls” forever. They just raise another generation just like them. You nailed this one!
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Sad, but true. Thank you!
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An intriguing tale indeed.
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Good and creepy story Rosemary.
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