On the 3rd of December, all the employees and school kids, who were hoping for snow, were terribly disappointed as they got into their cars, or waited at their bus stops and train stations to get to their jobs and respective schools.

Marcia, June and Kim were among the throng of teenagers and little kids standing in the freezing cold at around 8 in the morning outside a bus stop. All the little kids kept looking up the road, to the left, willing their bus to suddenly appear as if by magic, but unfortunately all they saw were a multitude of cars zooming by with men and women in their late 20’s trying to get to work on time.

“So, ok, this thing that’s happening to you, with the gifts and everything, you don’t have any idea like who is doing it?” Kim asked Marcia, after Marcia had explained what had happened over the weekend.

“Yeah, I have like no idea who it is.” Marcia said adopting Kim’s way of talking. June tried to look as though she didn’t know who Marcia or Kim were because she thought that they both sounded like complete air heads. She stared up the road looking for the bus and wished she had some sort of magic power that would make the bus arrive faster.

“Oh God, that’s so scary like. I mean what are they just using things from that song then?” Kim twirled a piece of her hair to the left in front of her face, then she twirled it to the right, then to the left, then to the right until a knot suddenly appeared. “Damn it, why does that always happen?” Kim muttered and tried to separate the pieces of hair stuck together.

“Yeah I guess so. June thought that it might be Jim actually.” Kim looked over at June who was still staring up the road as if in a trance.

“She could be right, your sister is so smart Marsh.” Kim liked using the nickname Marsh for Marcia, she had come up with it all by herself soon after they had met in Junior school.

“Yeah I know, Jim, I mean what did I ever do to him?” Marcia asked with a frown.

“Hello, are you stupid or something? You just broke up with the guy.” June finally stepped in frustrated. Marcia and Kim jumped shocked by June’s loud voice.

“Woah, like chill dude.” Kim rolled her eyes at Marcia. “Your sister is like so uptight or something.”

“June what is your problem?” Marcia asked her face still stuck in a frown.

“You shouldn’t frown Marcia it’s bad for your complexion.” Kim intervened having already forgotten June’s presence again and she was concentrating on Marcia’s face.

“Oh you’re right.” Marcia immediately stopped frowning and smiled. “Better?”

“Much.” June could not believe how trivial these two were being and when the bus finally arrived she marched to the back of the bus and occupied the last two seats before anybody else could sit next to her. She also held a scowl on her face which Kim commented on saying: “Your sister’s face is going to get so many wrinkles from all that scowling.”

* * *

When they arrived at school Marcia and Kim disappeared to class leaving June to walk by herself from the back of the bus into school. She didn’t mind being by herself, in fact she revelled in it and enjoyed her own company. June didn’t have that many friends, and the ones she did hang out with were considered “the rejects” with “the popular” kids of school.

If you haven’t guessed yet June has very negative feelings about “the popular” kids and it didn’t really help that her sister was one of them.

Marcia the popular one, Marcia the star of every play their school has ever written, Marcia the one that everyone wanted to be with.

But not everyone wanted to be with Marcia, not everyone liked Marcia or thought that she was such a star. Unfortunately the majority of students at their school did think Marcia was all that and that just made things worse for people like June.

* * * *

When Marcia opened her locker at break time there were 3 frogs legs, probably just cut off from live frogs from the science department, sitting in her locker. What was worse wasn’t the smell of them, or the fact that they were there at all. No it was the fact that each leg was twitching uncontrollably as if they were still attached to the frogs.

Marcia stifled her scream as she watched the odd legs moving about on the bottom of her locker. Who could have done this? She was the only one who had a key to her locker and she had certainly never made a copy of it to give to anybody, not even her sister. But there they were, three legs moving about Marcia felt like she wanted to retch.

Taped to the inside of her locker door was another note. Shakily she took it and read “On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me three (French) frogs legs.” Yes (French) was even put in brackets on the note.

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