A Day in Her Shoes

1. Invitation

"I don't know," I tell my best friend, Becca. "I mean, dating Jacob is gross, but kissing a frog is even grosser. Actually, now that I think about it, dating Jacob would be like dating a frog."

"Mari," Becca complains. "That one was an easy on! Jacob is kinda cute and really popular, not to mention the fact that he totally has a thing for you."

I roll my eyes. Becca was annoying, but in a best friend kinda way, you know what I mean? We were playing our daily would you rather game, and somehow all of Becca's would you rather's were centered around Jacob. The cool guy, the jock, the popular guy of the school. You must know what I'm talking about. Every school has one, and at every school he's dating the popular girl, forming the almighty "it" couple. At Rozwood High, that was Jacob Goz and Brynn Coswell. Sure, they both had their looks, and their money, but underneath all of that, they were nothing but phonies. Okay, so maybe I think Jacob has a little more than his looks, but come on, how can you not like him? He's gorgeous!

"Psst, Mari, look out, Brynn's coming!" Becca whisper yells.

I turn around and see Brynn power walking over to us, in her designer outfit and four inch heels. Her clique following right behind her.

"Hi Marcey," Bree smirks.

She knows my name is Mari. She has since 1st grade, when we first met. She has called me every other name you could think of and tried to play it off like a silly mistake.

I roll my eyes and turn around to walk away. Unfortunately, Brynn and her pack had to follow me.

"So Marley," she keeps up her phony baloney act, smiling a big toothy fake smile, "I was wondering if you would like to come to my fifth annual pool party this weekend," she exclaims.

I give her a puzzled look.

"Your little frizzy haired freak of a friend can come too," she adds.

I turn to Becca to see her fuming. I have to admit, her hair was kinda frizzy, but it wasn't her fault that both of her parents have extremely frizzy hair. Although I guess it wouldn't hurt to put a flat iron to it. Ugh, stop it Mari! Who's side are you on! I bring myself back to reality and face Brynn.

"No, thanks Brynn, Becca and I already have plans that day," I reply.

We didn't actually having plans other than watch re-runs on TV all day, but there was no way that I was going to this party. First of all, I was never invited to the first, second, thirrd, or fourth annual party, I didn't even know she had these parties, and second of all, I wouldn't go to anywhere where Brynn was within a meter of me, except school of course.

"I didn't even say what day it was," said Brynn, annoyed.

"Well, Becca and I are booked for the entire weekend," I say, hurriedly.

"With what? Watching stupid TV re-runs all day? It's not like you guys have any social lives or anything," she snickers.

"Why do you even want us to come," I ask getting annoyed that she taking up my entire free period with this stupid conversation. "You never wanted us at your parties before"

"Aw, Marnie, of course I wanted you to come to my parties, I sent the invites, they must have gotten lost in the mail," she says sweetly (fake). "You can even ask Tamara, she helped me send them out," she says,  gesturing to a short girl with wavy blonde hair, nodding her head vigorously.

I roll my eyes at the fake excuse.  "Skip the fluff and get to the point," I spit.

"Ugh fine, I need people to come to my house so that they can vote on my computer for me on this social media website. Whoever gets the most votes for this competition, wins tickets to the premiere of Toxic.

Toxic was part of some weird series including the cliche romance couples and all of that junk. Not my cup of tea.

"And why can't I just do that from my own computer?" I ask, even though it was a given that I would never in a million years vote for her.

"I want everyone at my house so that I can watch them with my very own eyes click the little red button next to my picture that says vote," she says.

I roll my eyes, there's always an ulterior motive when it comes to Brynn.

"Maybe," I reply, even tho I know for sure that I definitely will NOT be attending this so-called party.

"Okay, thanks Mardi," she said, before flipping her long, light brown hair over her shoulder and stomping down the hallway.

Finally, I can enjoy the rest of my free period, I think to myself, just as the bell rings. I let out a groan before hurrying to get to class.