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“What the fuck am I?” I laughed, shooting to my feet. The hell energy gave me a surprising boost, as if it was part of my genetic origin. “I’m the new voice for the underserved, the good, the smart, and the worthy. I’m the defender of those who can’t defend themselves. I’m one of the underdog bride candidates!”
I looked into the crowd, making eye contact with those who hunched their shoulders. They’d been repressed for so long as the bottom feeders that they didn’t even know how to straighten their spines.
“Listen up, chicks and dicks,” I shouted. “You’ve been sheep all your life, but you don’t have to stay sheep. You’ve been told that you’re weak and everyone can stomp on you and take away whatever little you have. Even in Shades Academy, you’re treated as second and third class. Today, I say, enough is enough!”
Silence. Everyone just stared at me.
Then a shriek rose behind me.
“Enough is enough!” Bea shouted.
“Enough is enough!” Wyatt echoed, then all our geek friends joined them.
Then shouts of “Enough is enough!” rocked through the hall as many more voices joined theirs.
“And today, we’re mad as hell about all the shit we put up with!” I roared. “Today, we say: No. More. Shit!”
“No. More. Shit!” Even more voices added to ours.
No shit! Pucker shouted into a demon’s ear.
“Yes! That’s it!” I pumped my fist into the air. “Rally behind me, my friends! Today, we have a voice! Who’s with me? Who’s rooting for the underdogs?”
“We are!” Even more voices shouted across the hall.
I cupped my ear. “Who’s rooting for the underdogs?”
“We are!” they roared, their pent-up anger carrying them.
“Who are the underdogs?” I roared back.
“We are!” half of the crowd roared.
The demons stared at me, shocked. Medea and her army shot daggers of hate at me.
A hologram that was streaming live on Spinchat appeared in midair. At the bottom, hashtags—#RootforUnderdogs, #UnderdogsArmyisBorn, #BarbieleadsUnderdog, #TeamUnderdogBrideCandidates—flashed by.
Jinx smirked at me, typing furiously on her tablet. Her geek friends followed suit.
Hundreds of comments appeared at a rapid speed.
Medea’s army countered with #PutdownBarbie, #StompUnderdogs, #ExpelBarbie…
A social media war broke out in the middle of our fight.
Pucker threw his phantom head back and giggled like an evil mastermind.
“Who the fuck am I?” I laughed at my opponents, sweeping my predatory gaze over them. “I am the one who fucks all your magic! I’m the one who never fucking bows, kneels, or bends!”
“You bowed to Prince Killian!” Medea shouted furiously, standing now, surrounded by her minions. “My brother stripped your power in the ice rink, and thousands of us witnessed your shame. You can’t fuck his magic, can you? Look again! Look at how pathetic you are!”
“Behold the pathetic loser Barbie!” Bellona bellowed.
Another hologram streamed, playing the scene of Killian stripping off my clothes with his darkness and starlight and showing my utter humiliation.
“Pathetic Barbie! Loser Barbie!” Medea’s followers chanted.
“Underdog Barbie! Brave Barbie!” my crowd chanted back.
