Delilah

Dee -Part 2

So the thing is... new girl gets to sit by herself. I mean until the "popular girls" come over just to pick on me. For lunch they might of well of had prison food. Cardboard pizza, cardboard everything. Even cardboard people, that's all anyone is. I reached into my bag to grab my lunch. "HI!" I jumped out of my seat to this loud greeting. "Are you okay?" I answered.
"Perfectly fine. My names Breland, I'm from the school paper."
"Um alright?" I questioned. I mean this is exactly what I'm talking about. Why would a girl from the schools paper be wanting to talk to me?
"Oh yes. Anyways, Your new right?— Great! I was wondering if I could interview you? It would be really nice if you did." Breland looked at me as if she was a sad confused puppy. Chanting in my head over and over, no one knows you, you no no one. "Well see I would but I'm not nice." I gave her a smirk.
"Ah that's ok!" Seems as if she wasn't gonna drop this.

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Interview:
"Okay let's start." She turnt on the recorder of her camera. Faced it right towards me, you can see everything. "Your new here right?" I nodded. "Great. How was your first day?"
"Well my first day was a bummer."
"Oh I'm so sorry to hear that." This is what people do they pretend like they really care. "Do you mind if I ask a few questions about yourself?"
"Not one bit" I answered.
"Alright. How old are you?"
"Well I'm 17."
"Anything you like to do? Maybe paint, or sing?"
"I do a few of those things yes."
"Awesome! Well what happen at your last school the reason you came here." How did I know this question was going to come up.

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"Hey mom." I said bursting into the kitchen. When I get home I throw everything down, straight for my bed.
"Hey honey! Don't forget you have that gig tonight at the downtown bar." Oh my gosh, I forgot all about the gig. I jumped up out of my bed and rushed for my closet. Blonde long haired wig hung there as I opened it, I quickly put it on. My vanity called my name next. Throwing on some blush, mascara, liquid eyeliner, and eyeshadow I was out the door in maybe a hour. When I arrived at the bar there was thousands of people screaming my "name". "Kate, Kate, Kate, Kate." The crowd screamed, flashing cameras in my face, people reaching to touch me, signing autographs as I go. You'd get enough of it trust me. Well welcome to my little secret.