The Truth Behind a 13 year old Girl

The Truth Behind a 13 year old Girl- Part 3

I ran upstairs to my bedroom, Kenzie closely behind me. Not only did i just get in the biggest fight about Chantel Murphy, witch wasn't even my fault (for once), but my mother had heard it from the kitchen. Mom would probaly flip if she found out Michelle, her perfect daughter, scammed her other simblings, encluding myself her 'not so perfect' daughter, into not tattling about her awesome party that is going to happen the day my parents and my two youngest sisters will leave for my aunt Shelley's wedding. Wait something didn't click here, mom don't get home from work until 6:30, that means, MARISSA! I bolted to my room and opened the door it slammed into the wall, probaly denting it.

Marissa sat with her legs crossed in the middle of the room, she grinned from ear-to-ear.  Everything was on the floor as if a hurricane had started in my room and destroyed everything in my path. She'd ripped pages out of my magizines, and drew mustaces on every single one of my Taylor Launtner posters. My Movies, encluding my collector's editions of all the twilight saga movies, were out of their cases and threw on the floor. My chothes were out of my dresser and scattered all over the floor. I started panting and ran over to Marissa and took her by her hair and dragged her down the hall, litterly kicking and screaming, and pushed her in the closet where mom kept all the cleaning supplies and stuff like that. I slammed the doors and locked it.

My mom was very foolish to put a lock on the door, but i guess it seemed like a good idea for her at the time. You see when Morgan was a toddler, so when Michelle was a baby , Morgan got into the closet and drank some toilet cleaner. Mom was forced to put a lock on it because that was one thing she never wanted to experience again. She kept having children, and she'll probaly keep the lock on the door 'til she teaches Sadie right from wrong in a few years. Sadie is her last child, hopefully. But Michelle used it as a place to lock me and Damien in when she was old enough to babysit us. So now i think its time for Marissa to learn what being stuck in the closet is like.

"I didn't know Lilly Bethany had a dark side in her," Kenzie said from down the hall.

"I didn't know either, I am surprising myself," I laughed, I starting heading down the hall. I could hear Marissa's constant crying from inside the closet. I looked down at my hands, long curly brown hairs were in between my fingers, this was obvisly Marissa's hair, "Plus you have to be mean to be nice."

"That's a new one, but it's cheesy," Kenzie said scarcastly.

"I'm not, Trevor is cheesy," I smiled.

"You're a cheesy couple,"

"I wish,"

"You will be, some time soon."

"I can't help but notice we use the word 'cheesy' too much."

"Because we talk about Trevor like everyday of every month of every year."

"We should probaly clean up Marissa's mess."

"Well duh."

I went into my room and started to clean up the mess Marissa made, when i came across a shirt 4 sizes too small. " You still have that?" Kenzie looked over my shoulder. In my hands was the shirt Ms. Carter, my second grade teacher, gave everyone in the class.  On the front was a class picture, then i saw 2 little girls with their arms around eachother as bestfriends, smiling.

Those little girls were me and Kenzie. I looked so small compared to me now. My hair was put in two pure black braids that reached to the bottom of my chest. Kenzie had short blonde hair the nearly reached her shoulders. I still remember the day we became bestfriends. It was earlier that year, Ms. Carter put us in groups of four. I was in a group With Kenzie, known as Makenzie then, Sierra and Jacklinn. It was art class and we were painting and doing lots of other things. We had a choice to do what we wanted. I was drawing, Kenzie was coloring and Sierra was painting. Kenzie had this beautiful blonde hair that reached down to her hips. Sierra was splashing paint in Kenzie's face, getting it into her hair and everything. So i took her into the bathroom and helped her wash it all out. When we got back to class, Kenzie lid her head on the table as she was coloring, and snip, Sierra cut out a glob of her hair. Sierra was suspended after a q and a with the princpal, i took Kenzie's side and not Sierra's, and man did Sierra ever get pissed at me. When we got back to class we noticed that Kenzie's name tag had paint on it. Instead of saying 'Makenzie Russo' it said 'Kenzie Russo'. The kinda stuck with her, obvisly.