Spring Break by LC Kanon
Why you should Pity Popular Girls
When I was in high school, there was a beautiful, blonde girl that basically ruled the school. She wasn’t very nice but she was incredibly popular. This girl never once spoke to me but was incredibly mean to a few of my fellow classmates. I’ll never forget the time she spread the most horrid rumor about one of my friends. It wasn’t very original but it spread like wildfire. I remember wondering what my friend had done to this girl to become such a target of derision.
When I continued on to college, I remember feeling intense relief at essentially having a clean slate. No one knew me. For all they knew I was one of the most popular girls in high school, with a string of boyfriends and bouncy, never-flat hair. In my first writing class, I remember the dawning horror when I saw carbon copies of that mean girl appear in the doorway of the lecture hall. Walking down the aisle, they took seats in a cluster in the back, where the cool kids were firmly ensconced. It was then I knew I would never truly escape high school. Wherever I went, that popular girl was never far behind. Though her form would change with the passing trends, the hair would always be pin-straight, the laugh a practiced chorus.
It was clear to me that I’d better figure out how to deal with this girl now, or risk a life of forever being relegated as the “weird girl.” So I mimicked their slow drawl, their exaggerated inflections. I took careful note of their clothes and became a perfect carbon copy. I felt like one of those moths you’d learn about in a bio course—the one that evolved to suit its surroundings. I knew deep inside that the friendships I had with these vapid creatures weren’t real. And I also knew that the way they cut down our mutual friends could, and would one day, be just as easily turned on me. But I played the game, and for the first time fell into a “popular” clique.
Instead of feeling like I ruled the campus, as I had assumed all of these girls felt, I was instead incredibly insecure. There was no telling what one ill-timed comment or bad hair day would do to my reputation. It was like walking a tightrope around people who were waiting for the right moment to push me off.
It was an experience that I brought back when writing my new novel Spring Break. I thought about how nasty some of these girls were, and how often we cannibalized our own for a bit of fun. I took our hyper-sexualized appearances and funneled them into a story of four girls who went to a university in Arizona. I thought about these beautiful, nasty, and insecure girls and I took them on a crazy spring break. I put them in a suite, gave them lots of booze, and introduced them to a few cartel kingpins. You’ll have to read the book to find out the rest, but let’s just say tensions between the girls reach a breaking point, and a few of them don’t make it back home.
I wonder about that girl in high school, the one who was inspiration for starting this whole crazy journey. Would she ever pick up this book? If she did, I wonder if she would recognize herself in Gia. Thanks for reading…
An all-expenses paid trip to Cancun for spring break? It wasn’t exactly a hard sell for Leigh, Eva, Gia and Joy, frenemies from Arizona Southern University. But all is not well in the land of silver or lead. Soon after arriving, Leigh and the girls stumble upon some cartel carnage—a bloodbath of debauchery that makes even their wildest desert party seem tame.
Instead of doing the proper thing, like contacting the authorities, the girls go down the rabbit hole in this tale of sex, lies and bloodshed. It’s all fun and games until they make the acquaintance of Guero, a cartel kingpin who is none too pleased with their newfound lust for blood money.
These perky coeds aren’t on campus anymore, and after Guero lets them know just how serious he is, they make a run for the border no one will ever forget.
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