Being Abigail Margeret

"She's stupid and self centered," I said throwing a chip at the TV.

"You don't even know her," Jo replied gushing at the star that everyone seemed to be swooning over these days. However, she has an interview on the "hate mail" she's been receiving. I wouldn't know anything about that.

"I would like to keep it that way."

"What would you say if there was someone talking about you everywhere you go?"

"If it was true-which it probably wouldn't be-I would let it slide. If it wasn't true, I would punch them in the gut."

"Hah! That proves you would be angry if someone had the nerve to talk about you."

"Where is this going?"

Jo shrugged.

"Dinner!" Mom called.

Jo was out the door by the time I stood up.

She came back in and stood by the doorway.

"Just try to wear her shoes for a while."

I nodded.

She ran out and it seems as if the whole world shook......

Before the giant television fell on me.