Dear Diary, || mfz (completed)

six

It was Saturday, and Mackenzie was so glad. She was sick and tired of school. When she got up, she wasted no time, and instinctively grabbed her diary and pen. In it she wrote-

Dear Diary,
It's finally the weekend. Yay.
Well, I guess I'll continue.
My stomach was grumbling, my
aching body was begging for mercy,
but the excitement and adrenaline never left me.
I needed a break, but I couldn't stop, I had to keep going.
I was breaking down and I've only been on my own for two hours.
I mean, let's face it. I'm not wild human material.
I decided it was time for a quick break, so I plopped down
on a hard park bench, blazing hot from the sun, and pulled my
purple watch from my duffel bag. I looked at the time, and realized
dance started a hour ago. I bet everyone in the studio
is leaping for joy that I didn't show up.
I knew what was coming, but I just had to check my phone.
I pulled it out, and saw it was blowing up with text messages from my family, siblings, and friends.
"Pathetic." I mumbled, knowing it was all a lie,
that they 'missed' me, and 'wanted me to come back.'
I was tempted to text my sister or Nia, but Nia was
basically a tech wizard and could probably track
me or something. I turned my phone on silent and tossed
it back in my bag.
"I'm done with your lies." I grumbled.
I then decided it was time to get going again. I zipped my bag back
up and slung it over my shoulder. As I walked along the sidewalk,
I kicked a pebble, keeping my head low so no one could
see my face. My stomach growled like a wild animal and my
feet shuffled like a zombie's. Suddenly, a little girl approached me.
She had long brunette hair and little red glasses. She wore a Dance
Moms shirt, blue jeans, and black boots.
She looked up at me, her face wide.
"You're Mackenzie Ziegler from Dance Moms!"
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Breakfast time.
More soon.
Sincerely,
Mackenzie.
(Aka- Magic Mackenzie.)

Mackenzie put her things back and crawled out of bed and down the steps for breakfast.

A/N- I have 99 readers! Cool! Thanks so much!:)
This is getting pretty fun to write!

Gotta Blast,
-Hanna