CHANGING MATT

Pancakes

"Don't pay attention to her" Carolina sighed, finally regaining her ability to speak. She seemed even more relieved than I was that Flora had exited our presence.
"On some days, she could be nice, if you get to know her". I snort in an unladylike manner at the thought of Flora ever being nice. Even her glance alone could make a little girl pee in her pants.
" who does she think she is?" I blurt out, realizing how much of my anger I'd bottled in.
"She doesn't think, Jennifer. She knows"
"What does that even mean?"
"It means that she knows her worth, Jenna. She knows who the hell she is" Carolina says, strolling over to my side and patting my shoulder ever so gently. Hurt and pain flash in her eyes, but vanish almost immediately. "...and who the hell she is, is worth more than you can ever be. Or I can ever be" Carolina grows dead pan serious, lifting her gaze off mine, and staring past an open window behind me. "Flora is deadly. I know I've already said too much and I might get in trouble, but don't mess with her. Ever." The urgency and intensity in her tone make me shiver. Her eyes are pleading to say more, but her tongue is tied.
"You want pancakes?" She asks, swiftly changing the topic. Her childish expression is back on, and she clasps her palms when I reply in the affirmative.
"Great. Let's get busy. I invited some guests over."

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"Stupid!! Stupid!! Stupid!!" I scream, retyping my application to work at amazon for the umpteenth time. I had every quality they required -knowledge, wisdom, skill...EVERYTHING. But then I was never really good with words, and writing this goddamned application almost drained the life out of me. How I'd written my common app essays, was a wonder. I can't even form an intellectual sentence describing myself.
"You should meet Matt Miller for help, he's AWESOME at creative writing. He has even authored two novels and a short story" Carolina says gleefully, picking up the pieces of shit I'd tossed on the floor of our apartment( note the pun).
My countenance turns into an automatic frown at the sound of Matt Miller's miserable name. I almost spit out in disgust.
"Do you know him?" She asks, giving me a questioning gaze.
"Nope. Never heard of him" I lie, returning my gaze to the task at hand.
"Well, my boyfriend Jones is a pretty good friend of his. I'll ask him to hook you up" she ends her sentence with a wink, and I burst out laughing. She really is just a replica of Monalisa Moore.
"Don't bother about that, Carolina. He'll probably think I'm NOT HIS TYPE!!!" I scream, slamming my fists against my bed. Matt Miller really does bring out the worst in me, and I barely even know him.