positive • jenzie

22 ⇢ oh, jenzie for life then

❝Sometimes you just need to be quiet, admit your wrongdoings and swallow your pride.
It's not giving up, it's growing up.❞
- Unknown

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Dedicated to thelittleori because she made me smile with her last comment!

A/N - set a few months after the last chapter xo

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Mackenzie Ziegler

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Trudging up the last few steps to my house, I knock on the door loudly; whining to get in. Kicking off my shoes, I swipe my wind swept hair out of my eyes.

Eventually, the door swings open, and without looking who opened the door I walk inside quickly, almost running up the stairs.

"Kenz, whats up?" Maddies voice calls after me.

"The roof!" I yell back in a pissed off tone.

Continuing to stomp up the stairs, I slam my bedroom door shut and throw my school bag off my back.

Today was the worst. Day. Ever.

With tears streaming down my face now, my mind continues to play what happened this morning over and over.

[Flashback]

"Excuse me." I muttered, pushing myself through the throngs of people that were crowding the hall. A few people rolled their eyes, but one of the girls, Chloe, started to sneer at me.

"That's the bitch." She began, spitting in anger. "That's the bitch that told everyone I was a gold digger."

My cheeks flushed a crimson colour, and I looked over my shoulder to make sure that she was talking to me. What is going on?

"Yes you." She yelled, pushing my shoulder back onto the lockers behind me. Instantly it seemed, girls formed a circle around us and some started whispering.

"What are you talking abou–" I tried to say in my defence, but she pushed me back again.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" She said loudly again, venom dripping from her tone.

"I'm sorry but I really–"

"You miss Mackenzie Ziegler told your snotty little boyfriend that I was a gold digger. I know it."

Instantly, I knew what she was talking about. My conversation, with Johnny? He must have told one of his friends. Pain and nervousness pooled in my stomach, as I had no response. I felt hurt Johnny had told someone of our conversation.

"Say sorry." She hissed in my ear.

"Sorry." I had mumbled, suddenly feeling the desire to throw up.

"Like you mean it." She had said again.

"I'm sorry, Chloe." I had replied quietly, before storming off to the bathrooms. Then, I really did think I was going to throw up. I made it into one of the stalls just in time to throw up my entire breakfast. I sobbed, retched, and retched some more until finally, my body had caught some relief. Struggling to even breathe, I had dialled Johnny through teary eyes.