Not Your Barbie Girl

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**Not Your Barbie Girl** is an unreleased story inspired by a song of a similar title, that originally had the possibility of being released on Quotev. It is now a shelved work, and the author has not expressed interest in going back to it.

## Infromation

### Test Chapter

She took up a step onto the grand entrance, narrowing her eyes. Atlanta Brooks was now an infamous name. The raging menace against the empire. Any normal citizen would report her on sight. Known for being a member of normal society, pampered and loved; misused was a more proper word; until she suddenly broke off and began taking steps towards this unacceptable action.

She'd been alone for a long time, seperated from her sister at an early age, doing what the authorities called, "Taking violent actions to cover her pain."

"What's the plan of attack?" Jake stood a step behind his leader, flipping his sunglasses over his eyes and straightening his hoodie. Atlanta glanced around, her dark eyes watching the figures moving around in the Capitol Building, analyzing the situation.

"Johnny," Atlanta turned to the girl with the tight blonde curls. "You take the others to the back entrance, you can infiltrate the garden from there which would allow you to get through and launch upon my signal."

Johnny nodded, gave Atlanta and Jake a final glance before leading the others into the shadows. "If you thought I was actually going to listen to that," Kylie's voice came from behind. "Think again. What's the plan?"

Atlanta tossed Jake her handgun and slipped her belt off through the jean loops, handing that to him as well.

Kylie gave her a confused look. "So we're de-arming ourselves... and staging an attack at the same time?"

Jake shrugged and emptied his pockets hiding them behind a bush along with Atlanta's things. "Kylie?"

Kylie sighed, and handed over her weapons. "I'm keeping my iPod." She grumped. "You can't take that." She popped in her airpods, turned the sound up way too high, switched it to Kill This Love by Blackpink and nodded. "Let's do this."

"Plan?" Jake asked.

Atlanta gave them both a stern look. "We're going in, planting the explosives in the ventalation systems, leaving the signal and entering by force. I don't care what you do, just leave Alan for me. Ready?"

They piled their hands in the middle, sharing a determined expression. "Break." Jake and Kylie followed Atlanta's lead, towards the side of the building. Kylie stepped to the front and kicked the window, shattering it open. They slipped through, arriving in a closet and creeping through the hallway.

The laundromat was full of white, glossy, plastic bins full of security uniforms. Atlanta snorted a bit, Alan's security was known as "sofistocated" but was obviuosly anything but sofistocated.  She wouldn't need to worry about the security cameras, since most of the staff was off for the party tonight and they'd already know about the attack on the officials tomorrow anyway. Kylie tossed Atlanta a uniform, popping a stick of bubble gum in her mouth and slipping the standard security team dress shirt over her cropped T-Shirt.

"Hey," Jake poked Atlanta in the shoulder after she'd done the same. "You look good."

Atlanta pursed her lips and gave him a look. She'd worn uniforms like this before, and it reminded her of the hell she'd had to go through. Jake shrugged and followed Atlanta out the door, where they took several bold moves planting explosives before heading back to collect their gear. "Why did we even leave it in the first place?" Kyle frowned.

"Did you want to be caught before we'd planted the... gifts? If we were going to get through the security we couldn't have any of our weapons on hand." Atlanta explained, strapping the belt back in place.

"Uh huh." Kylie still looked annoyed.

Entering the grand ballroom where the government officials' party was taking place, Atlanta searched the faces for Alan, hoping he wouldn't recognize her before she was able to make the signal.

Men in tuxedos and women in long flowing formal dresses paraded around the party, holding glasses filled with wine and plastering bright smiles on their faces. "Gross." Kylie rolled her eyes at the sight. "Can you believe people live like this while they let everyone else suffer?"

"I know right." Jake grimaced. "Let's do this."

The people towards the front of the room finally noticed the three "security guards", and turned with confused looks. The rest of the room followed, noticing. "What are you doing here?" A sharp voice cut through the silence. Fredrick Alan, secretary to the president. The torturer. Atlanta couldn't stop staring at him, trying to hold her anger back.

Alan stared at her eyes with the piercing look of his, like he was trying to pry into her mind like before. Not this time, she wouldn't let him.

## Trivia

* Atlanta was supposedly a child of Wyatt Brooks and Brianna Clawthron, likely one of the many reasons it was later scrapped.
* The ties to the RagnarokVerse were extremely strange and complicated.
* The concept of the story is also extremely "girl bossy", another reason the author hates it.