chapter 2

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I was pulling out of the driveway to go to school and since Paige and I live next to each other I saw her pulling out of her driveway. I can say it was the most awkward 10 seconds of my life because we made eye contact through the review mirrors. I just waved and for some reason she gave me a dirty look, I'm not the type of person that will take a dirty look for no reason so I got out of my car and walked over to her,
"what's up with the dirty look."
She just gave me another one and didn't respond
"um hello... Did I do anything to you," I said.
"Well as a matter of fact yes, why are you telling people that I throw myself up and that I only won the pageant because my mom slept with the director." She said.
"What are you talking about I didn't tell anyone anything I didn't even care for your pageant and I had no idea you threw yourself up."
"Yea, well now the whole school knows, just stay out of my life we all know you are just jealous of me... So back off." She said.
I didn't want to start anything so I just walked away. As I was walking away she started her car and I didn't turn around, but she almost hit me.
"What the hell!?"
"Sorry I just thought you would look better on the floor and in pain"
I walked off and got in my car and just as my luck would have it at lunch there was a video about Paige and how she threw herself up and it had a guy with a wig pretending to be Paige and he was yelling saying, "I need more makeup NOW!" At that moment Paige got up and looked at me and ran off crying into the bathroom. For some reason I felt so bad and I felt like it was staged to make it look like it was my fault, but in order for it to be staged I would have to be "well known."
Later that day I walked over to Paige's house and her mom let me in and said, " Paige is upstairs, I have to go to a meeting can you go up there and talked to her" I nodded and walked up stairs. As I was walking I heard gaging and since its just Paige and her mom living in that house I automatically assumed it was Paige. I ran to the door and knocked and I started screaming saying, "PAIGE, PAIGE, PAIGE STOP... OPEN THIS DOOR!" she opened the door and had mascara running down her cheeks.
"This is all your fault... Leave, go, get out.. I never want to see you again in my life."

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