Em You're Perfect

Phoenix

As soon as I read that message my first thought was: which wanna be is this now. Throughout my rise to popularity, people pick up on trends that I start. Every semester or two, there is one girl that follows my life and begins stalking me after a while. In 10th grade Sarah convinced me to go to the counselor so that people would feel sorry for me. I went but it only ended in him putting his hand on my thigh and trying to smell my hair.

That train set in his office was not for younger students to play with. Who am I kidding, he had a picture of his dead sister who looked like a pale, fat version of me without cheekbones. That was pretty creepy.

I specifically remember one girl in particular, Marissa Pucks, the biggest stalker of them all. One day, I started wearing neutral and cream monochromatic outfits because Ashley took my brand new aqua blue jeans that I was going to wear for the spring festival. She got mad because I simply bumped her Mercedes's door with my golf cart. Of course my mother didn't do anything.

"Figure your problems out by yourself until you have enough money and experience for an assistant."

Sure enough I showed up and everybody looked surprised. At that time I was only 5'4 or 5'5. I managed to slip away with some pink leather riding boots. Everybody looked at me surprised at my fashion choice. I played it out with a cocky twirl and managed to get a small clap. Marissa hung around us but we didn't talk much. Unless I needed the homework answers.... The whole afternoon she looked at me with a different look, pondering, maybe even brainstorming. Over the weekend she posted pictures of her with Gucci and Prada bags in hand. I anonymously started a rumor that she just asked for the bag and stuffed it with Rue 21 and Aeropostale clothes.

On Monday, I walked in with my light wash American Apparel jeans, a pale pink fuzzy sweater, and  white Doc Martens.  Sarah rushed over to me with her new iPhone in hand and anxiety in her eyes.  She pulled me into the nearest hallway and pulled up snapchat on her phone.  In Marissa's story she flaunted her new outfit, which was almost identical to mine. 

My first thought was that lying parrot.  A little exaggerated, but valid. 

When I went to the football locker room to see my boyfriend, I saw her trying to flirt with some guys by weights.  I sweetly kissed Joshua and he hugged my waist pulling me close to his rough sweater.  I walked over to her confidently and gave a fake smile.
"I see you went shopping."
"Oh this, I just put this together," she looked down at her boots with a break in her voice,"a favorite of mine."

Soon all the boys left.  Great. 

"The show is over," I inched closer to her with my gel nails right in her face,"if I ever see you walking these halls with anything even close to what I'm wearing or have worn I'll tell everyone what you and Katherine did last summer."

Her face turned stone cold, losing the little bit of color she had from her body.  She looked so pale, she could have been a vampire. 

"I thought you promised not to tell?!"
"That was until you decided to become the copy machine."
"Em, I'm begging you don't tell anyone."
"Only my friends call me 'Em'."

She then got on her knees and started begging.  She even cried. 
I let out an annoyed sigh and said,"Give me your clothes."
She looked puzzled,"What?"
"You heard me, take off your clothes." I looked at my nails,"I'm not going to say it again."
"What will I change into?"
"Take someone's gym clothes, I don't care."
"Bu-"she paused.
Reluctantly, she undressed changing into her gym clothes and finding a long jacket in the lost and found.