I stare at Mackenzie. Look at her with her prefect hair and nice eyes. Dang it! Why am I not like her?! I have all the same make up products (not that I stalk her at the supermarket!) and I have the exact same size uniform! (Looked in her wardrobe last year at her party). But I look nothing like her! Why is that? She makes it look so different, so...better.
Mackenzie looked at me and caught me staring at her. I think she thinks that I am some kind of leso or something because I keep looking at her and kind of going off in some kind of dream world or something. She can tell.
I feel stupid.
"What's with you!?"
"I don't know, I am...just looking."
"Why do I look nothing like you?"
"Because you're not me!"
"But I nearly am."
"I have all the same things as you, same height, same size, same age and stuff."
"Huh? How do you know?"
"Whatever. You're creepy."
"Yeah you! Who do you think I was talking to?!"
"Shut up! I didn't mean to start a fight."
"What? Why didn't you know that staring at someone will start a fight?"
"Because I am not too focused and obsessed with people staring at me."
"The only people that are allowed to look at me like that are boys and my admirers."
"How do you know that I don't admire you?"
"Because you don't."
"Yes I do."
"If you try to deny it, you can't."
"Yes I can."
"No you can't."
"I actually caught it on tape."
"I always keep a tape recorder in my pocket."
"OK. That's weird."
"I want to use things like threats in court. But I need proof. So it's actually quite a smart idea."
I don't want to admit it but it's actually an awesome idea. "Whatever."
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