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Natalie Eilbert, from “Let Everything Happen to You,” published in Poem-a-Day

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Mean Girls (2004), Diary of a Wimpy Kid (Movies 2010-2017) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage Sex Relationships: Regina George/Rodrick Heffley Characters: Regina George, Gretchen Wieners, Karen Smith | Karen Shetty, Rodrick Heffley, Janis Ian | Janis Sarkisian | Janis 'Imi'ike, Original Characters, Aaron Samuels, Greg Heffley, Heather Hills, Cady Heron, Damian Leigh | Damian Hubbard, Shane Oman Additional Tags: Eventual Romance, Comedy, Character Study, Period Typical Bigotry, Period Typical Attitudes, Reader Discretion is Advised, Not because I condone it but because the 04 ver is defined by its bigotry - intentional ones or not, Adult Content, no AI, Dubious Content, Rock and punk subcultures featured in this fic, Let's just say there's something here for everyone. Summary:

How many brain-dead girls her age could say that they tamed and subdued a population of one hundred and seventy-seven transfer students? How many could survive a desperate power grab from a bottle blonde who looked like a man in drag? Who else could cover the terrible, embarrassing body count that was the transfer metalhead, who looked as if he and Janis came from the same swamp vagina? All in the last few months of their sophomore year?

Only Regina George could, and she would happily be the only one, too. If you can’t control high school, how can you expect to control your life once you're outside of it? All the blood, sweat, and tears (this was hyperbolic) she poured into the seeds she sowed would come junior year ripe and ready to eat.

So even if a newer transfer student, say one from Africa, suddenly came around and thought it possible to tear down the castle this queen had built. She was in for a big surprise; her castle was as formidable as the Trojans

(But like the gifted horse, its inside was hollow.)