Yours truly, Mackie Friedman:
I yawned loudly. No need for alarm clocks when you have a three year-old brother to wake you up. Dilan commenced to climb around me on my bed. My mum (yes, I'm British...) kissed my forehead and swaddled my brother, tickling him. They left and I closed my eyes again.
Trrrriiiinnngggg! A text from Rennee.
Mackie, you're picking me up, right?
I typed a hasty response
Totes. What r u wearing? Wanna coordinate?
Silence. She was probably writing down all sorts of brands and things. I frowned at what she sent.
Jeez Mackie coordinating is so middle school. Do you plan on looking like Lindsay Lohan in The Parent Trap on the first day of freshman year? We want to impress, not depress.
I bit my lip. This would be the first year we hadn't planned our outfits together.
K, I replied. Just k. Being an actress, lying came easily to me. I decided to use my talents now.
See you l8r?
Rennee replied after a minute or two.
Apparently.
I bit my lip once again and tasted blood. Who knew one little word could hurt so much? Apparently it could.
I decided to move on with my day. I washed my face and changed into my OOTD, light wash skinny jeans paired with a boxy top and kimono. I put my hair in a bun and applied some bronzy eye shadow. And mascara. I tried to get rid of the pain in my gut from Rennee's texts but it kept resurfacing. It felt like trying to sink a rubber duck.
I wrote a quick journal entry on my laptop before bagging it and heading downstairs.
The MackLog September 1
Hello, it's me, Mackenzie. Just woke up; first day of high school. You know. Same as usual; the Dilan Alarm, mom taking him away, etc. Rennee also texted me. She doesnt seem too friendly now. Hasn't been since I came back from the Bahamas. I'll write again later with updates. Love from Mack<3
Once downstairs, I made my way to the kitchen. Mom was making eggs while Dil sat in his high chair, playing with his trucks. I couldn't help but admire my mom in times like these; my dad had left her after I was born. She was depressed at his leaving for a while, but then decided her energy could be used in better ways than grieving over him. She adopted Dil from an orphanage in Mexicali and brought him here to California.
A plate of eggs and French toast was placed in front of me. To "celebrate my grown-up high schooler," mom had said. I ate hungrily.
Upon finishing my breakfast, I went back upstairs and brushed my teeth, grabbed my bag, and met mom and Dilan in the car to pick up Rennee. We were picking her up, apparently.
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A/N: Hey guys! How are you liking Freshmeat? Do you think Rennee and Mackie's friendship will last? COMMENT your thoughts and VOTE please! Ciao <3 Isabel
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Freshmeat
Teen FictionThis is the story of seven very different teenage girls who are beginning their first year of high school. You have your stereotypical "populars," nerds, socially awkward... you get the picture. But what happens when such people are forced to become...
