Cybil was going to teach Monica a lesson for once and for all. She was sick and tired of her "show boating" at ice skating practice in front of her boyfriend Tyler.
It was Cybil who introduced her to this ice skating shit and she wasn't going to let her forget it. She had asked Monica to meet her at Kingdom Falls Lake where they all went to ice skate after school.
Monica was the typical slutty friend. She would flirt with any boy who would pay her any attention. Tyler was not the exception. Monica especially liked the challenge of "stealing" a boy who already had a girlfriend.
But you see, young Cybil wasn't having it. She saw straight through the flirtatious behavior and the bullshit, and she was going to make Monica pay.
Cybil had let Monica be reckless to others and with their own friendship.
They had both arrived around the same time. It was a beautiful scene as Cybil stood on the bridge above the lake. She stared off for a few moments and watched Monica head down towards a frozen lake of revenge. Monica didn't even know it.
They both silently put on their ice skates and begin to go over their drills from practice.
Suddenly, young Cybil ice skated towards Monica at full speed and came to an ice screeching holt. Cybil whispered, "He's mine." Out of instinct, Monica pushed Cybil backwards causing her to fall on the ice. "I know. " Monica smirked.
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Adrianne Kirksey
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Interesting scene, and an exciting start to a new rivalry!