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out my chocolate stash from its hiding place and passed it over the doll’s mouth. It took every ounce of strength I had within me not to sneak just as little taste of it.
    I preformed the nightly ritual religiously, but it wasn’t easy. One night, I couldn’t take it anymore and shoved a piece of delicious chocolate down my throat. I mean, it was only one little piece, there was no harm in that, right? Well, I was wrong. The next day, I woke up to find that I had gained five pounds from that single piece of chocolate.
    You see, all the chocolate I was feeding Beatrice’s voodoo doll was making the actual Beatrice gain weight rapidly. Since I couldn’t have any chocolate, my extra pounds were sliding off, and I was actually looking pretty good. A large part of me knew what I was doing was wrong, but I wanted to give Beatrice a taste of her own medicine. I wanted her to feel insecure and flawed. Once I did, I would stop feeding her chocolate.
    Eventually, the early February cold crept in, and it was almost time for the Valentine's Day dance which meant shopping for dresses.   Although I had no intention of actually going, I knew that watching Beatrice shop for a dress was going to be hilarious.
    “So are you going to the dance with Dante?” asked Sam, a fellow minion.
      “He’s so hot, too bad he’s gay,” replied Beatrice.
    “Dante is gay?” I asked.
    “Yes, how else can you explain him blowing off my invitation to the Valentine’s dance? I offered him a chance to prove how far he would go for date with me, but he never did.”
    “What do you mean?” I was suddenly way more interested than I should have been.
    “Well, I told him that he had to make you fall in with him, when I sent him my request he never replied. He totally blew me off. So that must mean that he is clearly gay. Let’s face it; no one ever blows me off.”
    I clenched my fists. Although I had known for some time that I was part of her cruel plan, the fact that she had no shame in openly admitting it to my face made me feel like punching her.   Maybe Dante wasn’t a jerk after all; maybe he really had liked me. If that were the case, I had messed up that relationship so badly that there was no way that he would ever speak to me again. “I was a part of this plan?” I asked as calmly as I could.
    “OMG, you don’t mind, do you?   I mean I was kind of doing you a favor actually. You would have gotten to make out with Dante. I mean there is no way he’d ever touch you otherwise even if he were straight.”
    Breathe, I told myself. Just breathe. “Yeah, no worries.” I shrugged off her nasty comment.
    “This is the dress you wanted.” The saleslady brought over a black Gucci dress.
    “What the hell is up!” Beatrice whinnied as she tried on the dress.
    “There must be something wrong with the label. I’ve always been a size two. This is obviously not a size two!” Beatrice huffed as she tried to squeeze her newly plump frame into one dress after another.
    The saleslady looked mortified. “It’s a size two Beatrice, maybe you’ve, umm, grown over the holidays?”
    “Grown? You mean like fat?!!!!!” Beatrice screamed.  
    “I’ll see if I can find other designs.” The saleslady bolted out of the dressing room area.
    “What do you think Claudia? Have I gained weight?”
    Seriously, how could she not see that she had gained thirty pounds in the last month, and I had dropped twenty five?   The next thing that came out of my mouth was probably the defining moment of my high school career. It was the moment I stood up for myself and told Beatrice off. “Yeah, I think you have.”
    “What?” Beatrice’s large eyes filled with fury as she turned to look at me. “How can you of all people say that?”
    “Because it’s true.” I said easily. It was time that someone put her in her place.
    Confusion crossed her face as she glanced over my newly thin body. “How did you do that? What did you do?” Her voice was