I know what you're thinking. She's perfect. Every girl wants to be her. Every guy wants to get with her. High school royalty; the Queen. With her grace, charms, poise, surely she's divine; a demi-god, walking among us mortals until she can take her place in the heavens.
That is where you are so wrong. She's not a goddess. Not even close. In fact, her popularity comes from an entirely different source. That's were I come in. You see, I'm the devil. I don't have horns or a pointy little tail and I certainly don't carry around a pitchfork. That would be too conspicuous. I don't go for that. The reason I work with the pretty blond who has it all is to maintain anonymity. And I get her soul, of course. That's right. If you've ever wondered if she's sold her soul to the devil, you're catching on faster than the rest.
Now, I'm not that annoying chick that clings on to the Queen for dear life. That's somebody else's job. The runner-up. The one who wasn't willing to enter the inner circle of hell for a perfect high school experience. I'm the girl who stays out of the way. You may think I'm a nobody just looking at me, but really, I have all the control. I can send her crashing down in a social death-spiral anytime I want. I don't because I figure she can have her fun for now. She'll be feeling the heat soon enough anyways. Besides, she doesn't bother me too much after the initial deal. She's too busy going to parties and making out with boys behind the bleachers. Meanwhile, I'm plotting the downfall of the church and what-not.
Of course, all good things must come to an end. It's always the same story when it's time for them to fulfill their end of the bargain. They've graduated, high school is over, and their souls are mine. They beg. They plead. They cry. But they promised and they know it. I've assembled an impressive army from the souls of past "it girls." Very useful when I don't feel like keeping the furnaces lit myself. Of course, in order to steal their souls, I have to go to high school with them. Boring, but necessary. I just retaliate by never doing my homework. Every four years, it all begins again. Have you ever wondered why the popular girl doesn't show up to the reunions? It's not because she's too cool or that she's ashamed of her lame life. She's just carrying out an eternity of servitude. I like to think of it as a lesson in humility, but I don't honestly care what you think of me, so call it whatever you like.
It may be cruel, but nobody ever said the devil played fair. I suppose that's the price you have to pay to have everybody worship you. We can't all be God. Believe me. I've tried.
And I loved the last line.