BtVS Double Drabble: Popular
Title: Popular
Fandom: BtVS
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Cordelia.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 4: Cattle at sunnydalescribe.
Spoilers/Setting: Season One.
Summary: Cordelia doesn’t always enjoy being miss popularity.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon.
A/N: Double Drabble.
Cordelia is wealthy, privileged, popular, and she enjoys being the centre of attention. The other girls cluster around her, hanging on her every word, hoping a little of her popularity will rub off on them, vainly imagining they can be anything like her. But really, who are they kidding?
They’re like cattle, or sheep. They have no opinions of their own; they follow the herd, which in turn means following her example. They like what she likes, whether that’s music, fashion, or boys. She’s the trendsetter and they’re a bunch of wannabes…
She spends all her time working hard to impress them, and what for? So they can copy her outfits, do their makeup and hair the way she does, make cow eyes at the boys she’s interested in? Each and every one of them would stab her in the back given half a chance. She can’t let any of them get too close.
They listen to her but they don’t hear, too busy agreeing with everything she says. It’s exhausting being the swan to their ugly ducklings, but at least surrounded by them she feels less alone.
Sometimes she wonders what it would be like to have real friends.
The End
Fandom: BtVS
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Cordelia.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 4: Cattle at sunnydalescribe.
Spoilers/Setting: Season One.
Summary: Cordelia doesn’t always enjoy being miss popularity.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon.
A/N: Double Drabble.
Cordelia is wealthy, privileged, popular, and she enjoys being the centre of attention. The other girls cluster around her, hanging on her every word, hoping a little of her popularity will rub off on them, vainly imagining they can be anything like her. But really, who are they kidding?
They’re like cattle, or sheep. They have no opinions of their own; they follow the herd, which in turn means following her example. They like what she likes, whether that’s music, fashion, or boys. She’s the trendsetter and they’re a bunch of wannabes…
She spends all her time working hard to impress them, and what for? So they can copy her outfits, do their makeup and hair the way she does, make cow eyes at the boys she’s interested in? Each and every one of them would stab her in the back given half a chance. She can’t let any of them get too close.
They listen to her but they don’t hear, too busy agreeing with everything she says. It’s exhausting being the swan to their ugly ducklings, but at least surrounded by them she feels less alone.
Sometimes she wonders what it would be like to have real friends.
The End