Hidden in Plain Sight

[3] Admission is Key

"Loz! Gawsh I haven't seen you in like for-evah! Where have you been?"

 According to Lauren, Macey is the epitome of what best friends should be like, but even Achilles had a flaw. She had a habit of switching accents occasionally. It was hilarious at first, the two girls making jokes about how she had a unique disease, but it became irritating soon enough. 

One time, Macey sported a Chinese accent in high school, started speaking to the group of Asians, for whatever reason Lauren didn't know, and got called to the principal's office. She earned a three-day suspension for racial discrimination.

In another instance, Macey was talking to a lady with a thick Italian accent whilst waiting for the bus when her accent switched into Italian mid-sentence, shocking, and ultimately, insulating the lady, who walked away from Macy. 

The 'hobby' has since been limited to Macey's family and Lauren, and needless to say that it was Lauren's pet peeves. 

"Dude, stop it with the British accent. Everyone knows you're not from Britain, nor do you have a drop of British blood running through those veins of yours." 

Macey flicked her dark chocolate curls over her shoulder as she snapped her head back, total and complete sassiness emanating from her figure.

"Loz, dah-ling, you know I can't help it. Now spill. You had a stupid smirk on your face and you're way happier than you should be, given the current circumstances."

Macey's light brown eyes squinted at her best friend's face as she searched for minute signs that might give her a hint at what's been happening with her best friend, but couldn't find any. At the moment, that is. They settled on the leather couch in the living room, lifting their feet simultaneously and resting them on the foot rest.

Macey and Lauren, or Loz, as Macey calls her, had met in primary school when they were paired up for an English project. They fought over what colour the princess' dress should be, what her hairstyle should be and what shoes she should've been wearing.

It was obvious to everyone that the two did not like each other, based on the stink eye they aimed at each other at every meeting. Everyone except for their teacher, Mrs. Blane, who paired them up at every opportunity, much to the girls' despise.

During a chilly autumnal afternoon, when they were given the time to work on their art works, Lauren's creativity took a high and she faced her rival.

"We should play a prank on her. That way-"

"We'll never get paired up ever again."

Macey finished her sentence and they both began plotting Mrs. Blane's downfall, to say the least.

For three weeks straight, the girls played with their prey, from the cliche thumbtacks on her seat, to scribbling all over important looking notes with coloured markers. They even came to school early to place a 'special present' on her desk.

Mrs. Blane had squealed in delight when she saw the colourful box on her desk. Little did she know that the box was set up so that when she pulled the lid, the lovely, rancid slob of dog poop would splat on her face. The girls secretly hoped that some of the dung would 'slip' into her mouth.

They received more than what they had asked for.

The entire class had witnessed her embarrassment and broke out in squeals while Lauren and Macey laughed and slapped each other high-fives. 

The two had been inseparable since, and were often mistook as sisters, twins even, because of their similar dark brown hair, caramel eyes and tanned complexion.