The Not So Pageant Girl (On Hold)

Chapter Ten

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Chapter Ten

Jen’s giggles erupted from the living room, as I buried my head in a Sarah Dessen book, Just Listen. Gosh, if she would just lower down the volume a tad bit, then I could actually concentrate with my book. I mean, I was hearing her laughing even through my loud, erupting headphones, and if it weren’t enough, the volume was at the fullest. And I was listening to heavy metal!

I wondered what had made her giggle, laugh, whatever. It surely couldn’t have been what was on television, because from what I’ve learned, Jen didn’t  speak French either.

Another fitted giggles, and my grip on my book tightened. Another voice spoke something, and a loud thud! Erupted.

And so, that’s how it brought me back to her. It was probably her that made Jen giggle like there was no tomorrow.

Elizabeth Montag.

Man, who knew this flipping world was that small? Elizabeth Montag, my, let’s just say, used-to-be-neighbour-who-then-killed-my-dog-and-left-carelessly-to-America, was attending the pageant, just like me. And to make matters worse, she and Jen got along perfectly fine. How could someone get along with Elizabeth? She was a dog killer! She killed Winnie, the one I could tell everything too, the one who listened to my every word, the one who protected me, and she blamed it on me! Me!

Okay, so I guess I was partly to blame too. If we weren’t playing who-could-touch-Winnie-first-while-he’s-running-around, Winnie wouldn’t have been hit by that stupid truck. But still, it was Elizabeth who ran after Winnie that moment, even if she knew that they were close to the road.

So we weren’t the smartest eight year olds.

But still.

Elizabeth Montag killed my dog.

Another giggle erupted, but this time, it wasn’t from Jen, but Elizabeth instead. Her voice was full of dryness and fakeness, but Jen didn’t seem to notice. And this time, because it was Elizabeth, I slammed my book on my bed (which was a king size bed, to be exact), and ran out of my room, about to give the two a little something called my fists and kicks.

“Oh, hey, Tori! You finally came out of that poop-hole, didn’t you?” Jen asked, shooting me a whole-hearted smile. She was in the weirdest position ever, and that’s when I realized that they were playing Twister. “Come join us! It’s not too late to play!”

I looked over at Elizabeth, who I only vaguely recognized. But how could I forget that spicy, blonde, pepper hair of hers? The only difference was that it was now cut into a short, hanging on her ears kind of style.

“Yeah, come play!” Elizabeth said, a warm but fake smile spreading at her lips. I tried not to roll my eyes. How could she be acting as if nothing happened back when we were eight? She killed my dog!

“No thanks,” I muttered, pulling at the hem of shirt. Just hearing Elizabeth’s voice made me queasy. “But if you guys would just lower the volume a bit, that would do me good. I’m trying to get some reading done.” I was hoping Elizabeth noticed that my kindness wasn’t shown towards her, but really, Jen. How could I be mean to her?