Chapter 1

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   "Marisa you coming or what?" My friend Stacy hollered.

   "Yeah, sorry got distracted." I replied.

   I was looking at my third grade crush, Jason Wilson. He was so dreamy. Most of the girls liked him, buy nobody liked him like I did. I was obsessed with him.

   "Where are we going?" I asked Stacy.

   "To the mall." She replied

   Sometimes that girl can drive me insane, so inane I lose my mind. The thing is she thinks she owns everybody. I just couldn't deal with her sometimes. Drama queen is the word I would use to describe her.

   "Do you want to go or not?" She asked.

   "Yeah, I'll go." I said

   "Sorry to burst your bubble but that outfit looks ridiculous!" She grinned.

   I managed to smile at her. See what I mean? Just flat out a drama queen. Or should I say fashion queen?

   "Thanks for your opinion but I think it looks great!" I said with a smile.

   My friend Emily was with us and some of Stacy's friends too. Emily had been my friend since birth. Our parents grew up together. We were like sisters.

   "Emily, what do you think of my outfit?" I asked out of curious.

   "I think it looks fantastic, Kali!" She replied.

   "She Stacy we all have our own opinions. All people think differently." I said.

   "You know what? You just need to shut your little mouth and walk." Stacy said.

   Why does she have to be so mean to me? What did I ever do to her to make her be so mean to me?

   "What did I ever do to you to make you be so mean to me?" I questioned Stacy.

   "I repeat: shut your mouth and walk!" She said for the second time.

   I can't stand her anymore. She bullies everyone like this, even her friends. Nobody deserves to be treated like this. We haven't done a thing to Stacy. Maybe its her life at home that makes her act like this.

   "Stacy is there some reason that you act like this?" I asked.

   "Kali, if there was, its none of your business." She replied angrily

   That girl is so cruel. Can't she just give us a brake? I mean really. She doesn't have to be such a jerk.

   "Emily, a word please?" I asked Emily.

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