"Kimmy told us to wait here!" Hailey squealed. She had every right to be excited, that was the only time of the year that we saw her, at California State Summer Camp, the most luxorious camp in America. This was where all the teenagers who have rich families came. About a half an hour later, Kimberly was walking towards us with a smile plastered over her face. Everyone, including me, suffocated her with a tight hug. We all greeted her before Maya asked the question that everyone wanted to know the answer to.
"Who are you sharing a room with this year?" Maya asked.
"I think I'm going to have a room for myself this year," Kimberly expained, "You know, personal space!" Everyone laughed even though it wasn't a joke. She has them all wrapped around her finger but she doesn't take advantage of that.
The girl standing in front of me is not Kimberly Brookes, she is Anna Riley after she had her hair dyed blonde and added a ton of make-up on. I am the only one who knows this. The girl who has dozens of people clinging to her every word is also the least popular person at my school. Its hard to believe a girl like her can pull off the double identity thing.
"Are you coming or what?" She said before leading the way inside.
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"I'll have 2 lemonades please!" Kim sayed to the bartender. Once she got them she gave one to me and we left to claim our poolside seats.
"They're all ordering lemonade now!" I laughed to myself.
"Sometimes it's hard being a trendsetter," she said while neatly arranging the contents of her handbag on the table, "its also hard keeping this secret but this is way better than having no social life!"
I always wondered how she pulled it off, it all seemed very 'Hannah Montana' to me, and even she couldn't keep it a secret. I never knew designer clothes and make-up could make such a drastic change.
"Act casual, they're coming," Kimberly instructed before taking a a sip of her lemonade.
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Kimberly Brooks
Short StoryNo one knew much about her, Anna Riley. In fact, no one knew anything about her. She didn't have any friends and had even less of a social life. So we thought. She stared at the clock while fiddling with her mousy brown hair. She was waiting for the...