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The next morning I wake up at 6:30. I feel so fresh and ready for anything.
Or not...
As I enter the school building, something makes me feel SO uncomfortable. It feels like a lemon, being squeezed to make sour lemonade. And the lemon is you.
I look at my locker. Then at Mary's.
It has lipstick in it. Mary's hair is curled, and she's wearing hoop earrings. And a crop top.
WHAT?!
"Mariam Beesh! What the heck are you wearing?"
Mary faces me. She looks so different.
"Lipstick. A crop top. And I curled my hair. Do you like it?"
"Yes, you look great!" I lie. Inside, I feel cracked. Let out to dry.
She smiles at me. "I thought I would try to fit in a little for Cam today."
"But shouldn't Cam love you for you?"
Mary gives me a longing look.
"Stella, Cam dosent love me! He loves Jessica Morko though. And Jess looks like this."
She points to her face. Then at her high heels.
"We if Cam loves that, he is missing out," I urge her.
"We'll I'm the one who's actually missing out. And so are you."
She ignores the surprised look on my face.
"I advise you to do the same." She twists on her heels and walks away.
I want to scream.
Why her?
Why not some Lame-O from Nerd Town?
I etch my body up against my hard, cold locker, that's not comforting at all.
Nothing seems right now.
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"How was school, Pumpkin Patch?" Mom asks me when I get home.
"Horrible." I respond.
She knows not to say anything.
"Mary's changing. She's wearing high heels and lipstick. And crop tops. And makeup." I sigh.
Mom nods.
"I have to stand on my TIP TOES to be even close to her height now."
Mom keeps nodding. Her expression is comforting but hard at the same time.
I love my mom.
I reach over to hug her.
She hugs me back.
"We need to talk," She says.
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"Someday, Stella Ann Breckel, you're going to wear high heels.You're going to grow up. You're going to wear makeup." Mom tells me.
I shake my head no.
She nods.
I shake my head no again.
"I will never wear a single high heel until I die."
Mom laughs.
She shrugs and smiles. "You're one in a million, Stella. One in a million."
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RomanceHigh heels. Make up. Hair. It never ends does it? School isn't always lollipops and daisies for Stella. Even though she is an A+ Student, high school just isn't her thing. She's tired of the boy obsession, the fashion frenzies, the horrible makeo...
