Mackenzie's POV
You see not everyone can cope with loss. Everyone's different. Some people are very nonchalant while others just go batshit crazy. But as I said everyone's different. So what do you do when you aren't the one per say that has lost someone but the one being lost? You're probably confused at this point and wondering how the hell you ended up on the wrong side of Wattpad again but just hear me out. What do you do when you love someone with all your heart and they decide that Melissa Peters was a better fit for them than you are? You'd probably say that you'd just move on and be the bigger person but I'm 5' 3". I'm allowed to be the smaller person when Melissa's D-cups fit better in MY boyfriend's life than my A's. I mean, what's wrong with A's? I mean they aren't D's but they can't be that bad. Anywho I'm going off topic. What was I talking about?......... Oh Melissa and her man magnets. God it would've just been so easy if I could just put up one hand and say "Melissa no swiping" three times but not everyone has it easy like Dora. So because I know that Troy loves me very much, I'm going to save him from himself once again and get him back by my plan, drumrolls please, Project Get Troy Back By Revealing Melissa For The Dirty Hoe She Is And Come Up With A Better Name For This Plan. Stage one starts tomorrow and I'm crazy excited and in love.
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I finally decided to call my plan 'The Win Back Project' so today was the first day of 'The Win Back Project'. Has a nice ring to it right? I had a few good ideas that I wrote down. A list of plots so evil it's guaranteed to leave them with scars of character building wisdom or whatever the article my mom gave me said. All my ideas were safe in my little pink notebook with a giraffe in the front. No one will ever know because unlike an idiot I wrote the name of my project on the back instead of the front. Smart right?
Oh my god, you people have no faith in me whatsoever. I didn't write my name on it or any indication of its contents on the outside. Everything is inside. I even put a lock on it. God would it hurt y'all to believe in me?
Anywhoch back to business. I worked on my plans yesterday and got all my "tools of torture" loaded in the back of my car from the night before. Guaranteed that my plan was going to work made the morning great for me. Nothing like a thirst for revenge to fuel you through the morning. I practically sprung out of bed and into the shower this morning. I threw on a yellow hoodie and a pair of jeans with a purple crocs. Fashionista? I know. Down the stairs I went to the kitchen to catch some grub before going to school. My brother was already there vacuuming some eggs and toast off his plate while my mom stood over the stove probably making more food because my hog of a brother ate all that she already made.
Did I mention that I had a brother before? Probably not but I was doing you a favor. He's quite the basket case. Zachery's your average numb skull jock that has the second sluttiest girl in school on his arm (Melissa out-dicking her), failing grades and the inability to say a word that has more than two syllables or at least that's how he portrays himself at times. Fitting perfectly into the cliché archetype of a high school jock. And he's naturally competitive in everything like your average dumbass football player. Maybe that's how he was born first even though I'm pretty sure I was the twin that should've came first. Contrary to what I just mentioned, I love my brother to bits.
I took a seat at the kitchen island and patiently waited for my share of food. "Good morning parental unit."
"Morning sweetie." Zach lifted his head of blonde curls to give me the side eye. "Am I chopped liver now?"
"No. Your existence just doesn't particularly bring joy to me this morning." The confused look on his face irritates the hell outta me. I know he knows exactly what I'm saying. Contrary to popular belief Zachery is actually a genius of the family but you have me beating him. Obviously competitiveness is hereditary. He just acts like an ass because he's trying to get a football scholarship. How? I have no clue but he claims to have this elaborate foolproof plan to get into Berkeley. I guess this family has a thing for insanely risky plans. Why couldn't he just get A's in school instead of practically flunking school? Because he's lazy and says that "football just makes more sense". Whatever that's supposed to mean. What does my mom have to say about this you ask? "Whatever makes you happy" even though all that has made her happy is alimony and sleeping with powerful men then blackmailing them for money. I'm not saying this to slut shame my mom or anything. I love my mom to Pluto and back and would never judge her for her ways of providing for me and my brother. If anything I'm jealous I've never thought of it first. It's genius.
But moving on, breakfast continues on in its usual uneventful way as usual. After light conversation and helping mom with the dishes, my brother and I get into my car and we're off to school.
When we finally arrived, I parked and got out, I hollered at Grace and Sophie to come over while Zach walked away with his usual crowd of dipshits but not before telling him that I'd be leaving a little later than usual, which wouldn't have been a problem if he was going to football practice but he told me that he'd be skipping out on practice today. He feels like he's catching the flu or something.
"Hey Thing 1 and Thing 2." They rolled their eyes at my Cat in the Hat reference in unison. Must be a twin thing because even Zach and I have our own but very rare moments and you know what they say. Like attracts like. Sophie said, "You ought to stop calling us that. It's annoying." I shrugged her comment off. Now it was time for Grace to speak, "Did you forget that you also have a twin? Or is that baby elephant head of yours too focused on revenge?"
I smiled at her and gave them a hug. Of course I told my girls about my plan. They know everything except the existence of my revenge diary. "Ladies it's time for business. I need your help. Both of you." My smile morphed into a smirk. They looked at each other. One with a confused expression while the other held one of mischief. Grace was always ready for an adventure while Sophie was more of a responsible wallflower with the inability to say no to me and Grace.
I opened the trunk of my car and motioned for them to take a peek inside. Grace's smirk grew and Sophie's confused face intensified. "Where do we come into play?" Grace asked.
"Make sure word gets around that everyone in our classes should be at the bleachers after school and when I say in our classes, I mean only in our classes. I don't need all of the seniors ruining my plan. Make sure they don't rat us out though. I risk getting caught before my plan is executed. And help me load these outta the car." Grace grabbed a box and so did I. Sophie grimaced, "I just had my nails done yesterday." She complained.
She scoped out her surroundings then smiled when she saw her boyfriend, Kyle. She beckoned for him to come over then talked him into helping with the boxes. After two trips to the girls' locker room with the boxes and Sophie checking out her nails and not helping, the bell finally rang for school to begin. When the final bell rings, justice will be served.
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