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A Short Story
By: Maya Vines
Ring . There went the house phone. In a blink of a second I was thinking about when I would get my own phone. It was a saint with a pretty screen and the golden color of the inside of an orange. I walked over to the window and reflected on my cold surroundings.
I had always wanted a phone, and with my report card, I was sure to get one. I thought of all I would do on my glorious phone, first, I would get all the social media apps I could think off, then, I would be posting pics ASAP, finally getting a rewarding seat with all the popular girls. It was a thought that encouraged me tendency to feel sad. Why should I have to try so hard to fit in with the blonde preppy girls with their sparkling new ? But then again, I could just picture myself sitting in a shimmery pink convertible with the top down, my hair curled and wind-blown, and of course, my phone and new friends.
Then I saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the neighbor of mine, Khloe.
I gulped and glanced at my own reflection. I was a squirmy, preppy, tea drinker with brunette hair and braces. My friend sees me as a calm daring person. Once, I had been dared to eat a worm, and within a second it was gone. It's not a story I normally whip out to everyone since I am a new student at my school Academy. But, not even a daring person, like me, would ever walk ten inches towards Khloe. Yes, you've guessed it. Khloe is someone all girls dream of being one day, but, she lists everyone in groups. She has a group for the people in oversized glasses and bitten nails, and ones with swinging new looks and cotton hair ties with teeth so perfect I question the Bible.
The rain pounded like jumping snakes, making me snap back into reality. I grabbed my report card and anxiously waited for my parents to drive up. As I stepped outside, my Mom raced up the chalk drawn driveway. I felt 10x less cooler. What if Khloe had seen my little sisters drawing? Whatever, the rain washed most of it away, but, my phone was all I could think about. Mom swung her legs out of her black lustered car and I heard her leather heels hit the pavement. She gazed at me with a knowing smirk. When she noticed
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