Lucky Girl

Reads: 195  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 2

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is something about a girl who was mean to me. I was young then and didn't really stand up for myself. It's mainly about how lucky I am to be surrounded with wonderful people...unlike her.

Submitted: May 16, 2008

A A A | A A A

Submitted: May 16, 2008

A A A

A A A


I met Addyson when I was 10, and she was 13. We were in a play together, as baby birds. Addyson was kind of my friend, sometimes when I got to the dressing rooms she would make fun of me, other times she would do my hair for me. Because Addyson was older, I didn't really stand up for myself, and I tried to be cool in front of her, and act like her too.
One time we were back stage and she got two pieces of her dress and rubbed it together, making a very annoying, and loud noise. “Addyson, please don’t do that,” said Courtney who played our mother bird. But Addyson didn’t stop. She was distracting other people. “Addyson, quit it!” said Courtney in a more annoyed tone. “Judie’s the one doing it!” Addyson said glaring at me. “No! I’m not!” I hissed. But it didn’t matter, Courtney grew very angry at me and yelled/whispered in a threatening tone, “Judie, don’t!”
I felt like crying as our stage manager walked up to us and glared at Addyson and me. “Addyson, stop it. Judie, you know much better then that!” said our stage manager. “Kay,” I said softly, tears started running down my face, then realizing that it was our cue and followed Courtney and Addyson on stage.
“Why did you blame me?!” I asked Addyson in the dressing rooms after our performance. She shrugged. “You were doing it.” She said in a way that meant, ‘You’re going to get it if you make them believe it was me.’ I swallowed hard and nodded. ‘Only one more performance today Judie.’ I told myself.
It was the second performance that day. I was almost done. I was still upset at Addyson for what she did earlier that day. It was the beginning of the show and we were back stage.
“Why are you mad at me?” Addyson spat as I sat down. “I’m not mad at you.” I lied. “Also, your brother is so weird. He drew a picture of me and said he had a crush me!” Addyson said. I rolled my eyes. My brother did do that, he told me he didn’t really like her, it was just a joke. I thought it was stupid of him, and knew that it would cause me grief with Addyson. “Oh. I’m not mad at you.” I said again. “You are. And don’t cry like a baby like last time. That was lame.” She walked out to the hall. And of course, I cried.
The last play we did, Addyson and I ended on a good note, and exchanged e-mail addresses.
About a month later, I got e-mail from Addyson, asking me how my brother took the rejection. I replied saying that it was a joke, he was kidding. Then she said, whatever, and that I was just trying to stick up for my bro. “I don’t care!” I had said as I typed it into the computer. I saw her reply and was devastated, it had said, “yeah, well your mom thinks you’re special ‘cause you’re a dumb stupid bitch that doesn’t know how to defend herself. I hate you! You’re so mean.”
That had really hurt my feelings. I haven’t talked to her since then, I wrote songs about Addyson, and how she is my enemy. I hated her. But the one day, I realized, when Addyson said I was so mean, she meant that. She thought I was mean. All along, she was jealous of me.
Addyson isn’t as loved as much as some of us. I’m sorry Addyson, but thank you, thank you for making me realize that I’m a Lucky Girl. 
 
 
 


© Copyright 2017 VicCarJudSia. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

More Young Adult Short Stories

Booksie 2017-2018 Short Story Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by VicCarJudSia

Lucky Girl

Short Story / Young Adult

Amazing Friend

Poem / Young Adult

Popular Tags