Group Therapy [Mean Girls vs. The World II]

[Mondae Chaos]

Our scene opens inside the Chattanooga Prison, where we last left our heroines. One half of the resident bad bitches finds herself in her group therapy session. Mondae sits on a hard, plastic chair with one leg folded beneath her and the other bent at the knee. Our queen wears her signature orange jumpsuit, but today she has a black zip-up the front hoodie pulled on over top. Her long black locks are flowing down around her face as she rests her elbow upon her knee. The plastic chairs form a semi-circle and are full of other orange jumpsuit-clad prisoners. At the front of the circle sits the prison counselor. He wears a prison uniform and has grey hair and an unimpressed looked upon his ugly, old face.

"Prisoner Devereaux, what about you? You are set to have our court-date on Monday. How does that make you feel?" Asks Officer Crane. Devereaux is her birth last name for those not paying attention.

Mondae rolled her eyes. Classic shrink question. "I'm excited to stop wearing orange." She made a face at Officer Crane who continued to look unimpressed.

"Ms. Devereaux, that is not helpful to your rehabilitation. If you expect the courts to grant you freedom on Monday, you should practice remorse and ask for forgiveness."

She let out a long sigh. All of those things sounded just awful. But Mondae was very good at playing the game when she had to. "I am excited to leave prison and get on with my life. Myself and Ari have been signed to a new wrestling promotion in San Fransisco. It's called Ready, Set, Wrestle. I mean, honestly the worst fucking name around. But with myself and Ari as top billing, the company is bound to turn heads and pick up speed. I wouldn't be surprised if it goes viral."

Our queen was always so modest. One of her greatest virtues.

"Yes, I heard about your venture. I also heard that one of your victims is in charge at this new company and that you are set to face Arianny. Does this bring up old emotions? It sounds like it could be a trigger." This guy did not let up.

"My victims? I did nothing to Jack Owyns. I was arrested for arson of a building owned by Gavin Masterson and Rielle Hawke. The other charges were for trespassing, arson again, assault and attempted murder, all on Mackenzie Owyns. Sure she is related to Jack, but he is not one of my victims, yet." She muttered the last word under her breathe with a smirk. The rivalry between the mean girls and Jack Owyns would not fizzle out. We have a feeling it will end with a bang.

"Wrestlng isn't what set me over the edge Office Crane and it certainly isn't a trigger. The reason I went bat-shit was because my boyfriend plummeted to his fucking death and I had to wade through a puddle of his blood when I discovered his corpse. I think anyone would lose it after that. But unless someone else dies in front of me, I don't think I have triggers."

"On top of all of that. I had a psychotic break, as you know." Lie. "I don't even remember doing it." Another lie.

"Me neither Mr. Crane. I don't even remember why I'm in here!" A red-headed girl sitting in the chair next to Mondae piped up. Her eyes were slightly glazed over and an innocent smile spread across her face.

"Ms. Blackwood, that is not true. Your first day here you told me how you set that building on fire just to watch it burn."

She giggled. "Oh right. I remember now! You are like a really good shrink!" He rolled his eyes.

"I think what Rowan is trying to say, is that sometimes you do things and don't realize it until after the fact. I went a little off the rails after Gabe died. But I'm fine now. I will keep my rage and anger contained inside the squared circle. And having Jack as the commissioner just means that I can take my anger out at him without getting in trouble. He is trying to drive a wedge between Ari and I, but that will never happen. We have a friendship that would make Romy and Michelle jealous." She smirked, crossing her arms across her chest.

Mondae and Arianny may be crazy. But she was right, nothing could come between the mean girls.

/End.