The Plan 6

It was the first party that he had been to. It really wasn't all that different from what he imagined it to be.

He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a beer and started to drink it slowly. He looked around. There were young men and girls releasing their stress, trying to forget about the pressures put on them by their teachers and parents.

Some of them were dressed in togas and speaking in Latin.

There was the guy who invited him to the party. He was surrounded by 6 or 7 Asian and Caucasian girls. They were downing saki-bombs.

Derek needed to use the restroom. He walked up the staircase. He entered the restroom. He looked at his face. Why did he look so foreign? He washed his face and hesitated a moment and then he exited.

There was a room next to the restroom. He thought he heard something. For some reason, he opened the door.

There was a young woman in there:
"Leave me alone."
"I'm sorry."
"Wait... you're friends with Judith, aren't you?"
Judith? Oh yes. He remembered. Judith, John's girlfriend.
"Not really."
"She says you're really smart."
"I just study alot," he stated flatly.
"You got all sixes, didn't you?" (Six is the top grade, equivalent to A).
"Yes."

She quickly sniffed the cocaine.
"Do you want some?"
"No thank you."
"So polite, "she paused, "You think I'm pretty sad, don't you?"
"I really couldn't care less," Derek stated honestly.
She began to laugh.
"You really don't give a shit about anything except for your progress.... You are my hero."
"No need for sarcasm."
"So why'd you come to this party?"
"I wanted to know what a party was like."
"What are you, a fucking anthropologist?"
"No."

"He asked for my help also," she stated bluntly.
"Why didn't you agree?"
"You know why I came here to Andover?"
"I believe that you are going to tell me."
"You're right Derek because I envy your attitude."
"Well..."
"In sixth grade, I studied my fucking ass off. I mean, my parents and their friends were saying that I would be the next Jewish Genius or something. They were all so proud of me and learning came so easy to me. To tell you the truth, I spent much of my study time drawing pictures and then hiding them in the closet. I would draw pictures of myself with perfect eyes and a prefect nose and perfect lips. And as much as I wanted to be top of the class, I also wanted to be the most popular girl. I knew that I could not be this girl so I just drew pictures of myself as a very pretty girl.

In seventh grade, I completely changed my look and befriended the most popular Jewish girls at school by helping them with their tests and homework. OK, sometimes I literally did all their work for them. As soon as I became a part of that crowd, this boy whom I wanted with all my heart and soul, this boy whom I adored, WELL, this boy and I started to make out like crazy every week. It was quite a startling change in myself from nerd to MAKE-OUT Queen. I was so happy with and he was with me and life was seemingly so fucking perfect. I was happy for once. This lasted for about 4 weeks. THEN, one day, I hear my friends laughing. They are reading something. They drop a notebook. They scatter.

The notebook was the notebook of my boyfriend. In it, he had written about what an ugly bitch I was and that he only went out with me to see what it was like to have sex with an ugly bitch."

"Is that why you do cocaine?"
"No. That's why I cam to Philips Andover."

Derek smiled.
"How is Judith doing?"
"Aren't you going to say anything about what happened to me?"
"I'm sorry. It's your fault for getting involved."

"Is that so?"
"You knew what they were like."
"Did I?"
"Yes. And what now?"
"I want to become a writer."
"As a form of vengeance?"