"Do you think I'm fat?" I asked grumpily as I looked at a long dress that I knew wasn't my style.
"No way! You're the farthest thing from fat!" I just shrugged my shoulders and slumped down in a seat by the dressing room.
"What's with you today?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't play innocent with me Amanda. You almost ran me over in the gym at school, then you slapped me, which you still owe me some shoes for this red mark on my cheek, and now that you've ditched school for the mall, you're acting more glum than I've ever seen! I'm your best-friend, tell me!" I just closed my eyes and let my head roll against the chair's back.
"I'm a bitch Courtney. I'm a complete and utter bitch!"
"Now now, do we need some anti-depressant pills? 'Cuse I can steal some of my mom's if you need me too."
"I'm serious!"
"Alright, being serious can wait. I have to go downstairs to get my nails done at the salon. C'mon."
"No, you go ahead, I'll catch up in a few."
"Okay, but don't complain later when you look at my nails and then look at yours!" I waited until she was gone and threw my shopping bag ferociously at the wall. I was pissed. I was pissed at me and my attitude on life. Now it was time to fix it.
I left the mall and hopped in my car towards my place. No one was home of course since my parents are off to work and my older brother Jakob was at school, where I was supposed to be. That's when I had the perfect idea.
I ran upstairs to Jakob's room and I found myself raiding his closet and drawers. My plan was falling into place unlike how I suspected, me sitting in my room sulking....alone.
I stole an army shirt he had, and a couple of other baggy clothes I could use. I went into my room and found a pair of green khakis I never wore, and a pair of boots that nearly reached my knees.
"Perfect!"
"What's perfect?"
"Ah!" I screamed. "Mom! You scared me!"
"Yeah, you did too. What are you doing home so early?"
"What are YOU doing home so early!"
"Me? I'm your mother genius!"
"Sorry mom. You just surprised me. I didn't feel good so I came home from school early."
"I thought you had to be signed out by a parent or guardian."
"Yeah, but I learned that with two busy parents, it's easier to walk out the front door after having one of your friends distract the secretary and principle."
"But another note, you're cars in the drive way. You only have your learners permit. What if you had gotten pulled over?"
"Mom? I didn't get pulled over, let's not worry about that now. I don't want to fight."
"Well, that's a change! I think whatever this sickness is of yours, let's hope it's a keeper! You're being nice to me!"
"Mom, I'm sorry." I hugged her and let her smear lipstick all over my forehead, I didn't care. "Something just hit home today."
"What? A comet?"
"No mom! You are so corny! I meant that something just caught my attention in my life. I realized something important, and it hit my heart...and my head, giving me the chance to start anew."
"Uh oh! Not another make-over! My credit card is filled up, probably even over the maximum because of you and your spending antics!"
"Uhhhhhhh! Mom! Get out! You don't understand me."
"Fine, I thought we were being nice today, I guess kicking your mother out isn't a sign of that!" I rolled my eyes and shut the door. I was planning to make myself over, and hopefully it would work and get my friends back....even if it meant losing one.
After I tried on a couple of outfits for my "new attitude", I changed into some comfy sweat pants and a tee shirt.
"You know how long it's been since your body has been in an outfit like this?" I said to myself in the mirror.
I picked up a book that my English teacher assigned for homework and began reading the summary. I was actually smiling until something caught on my sock and sent me flying across my floor, and eventually making me land on my stomach.
"What the?" I peared under my bed and saw my old diary sitting there.
"Hey! I remember you!" I opened it up to the first page and began reading my first entry of bad handwriting.
Dear Diary,
Today was my eigth birthday and I got you! My Aunt sent it to me through the mail and you know, I've never had a diary before, and hopefully my life will be exciting enough to keep people awake. Well, let me start with boys. Well, I guess a few guys think I'm cute, but there's only one boy who makes my heart jump! But shhhhhh! His name is Nick Carter! He lives down the street from me and we always play tricks on each other! And today I made him scream at the top of his lungs when I put a frog down his shirt! He hates frogs and any other bugs! It was sooo funny! Then we chased each other and at one time, he even acted nice to me! I hope when I ask him to be my boyfriend he'll say yes! Afterall, he DID kiss me! Well, he kissed my hand in a play we put on for his parents....but still! Uh oh! My mom's coming, gotta go!
Mandy
"Oh my Gosh!" How come I can't remember any of that? The only part I can remember is the crush. I never actually told anyone I had a crush on him, NEVER! But I don't think anyone was stupid enough not to know when they saw us together. My crush ended only about a year ago, when he started ignoring me...and when I started treating him badly, just like everyone else. I groaned in disgust with myself and put the diary back under my bed. I can't stop wondering about what would have happened between us if Courtney never come along.
My stomach did a flip flop as I thought about Nick. I jumped on my bed and screamed into my pillow. I still have feelings for him, and I can't deny that! I guess that's why I keep bugging him so much, still to this day! Oh well, it's not like he cares about me!
A flash back entered my mind of the locker room incident and I became embarssed. I had made a fool of myself! I would've continued thinking if my telephone hadn't rung.
I checked my caller id first, wondering who would call during school hours. I read the words "pay phone" and shrieked!
"Hello?"
"Where the hell are you?"
"Courtney, I'm soooo sorry! I had an emergency and I had to get home!"
"Do you have any idea where I am?"
"No....I'm afraid to ask." I groaned as I listened to Courtney explain her situation with an attitude. But something made me get angrier at her with each word she spoke, so I cut her off from speaking.
"Excuse me Ms. Princess. Look, do you remember that slap earlier? Oh...you don't have to answer! Of course you do! Look, I'm sorry if you're upset but with your attittude I refuse to pick you up. You could have at least been nice to me our entire friendship! But all you do is cut my emotions off and put them on hold for your nail appointment or your hair appointment...or perhaps a make-over appointment! Now I'm very upset with you right now and if you don't ask me nicely to pick you up I'm gonna hang up on you!"
"Wow! It seems like you picked up some attitude tips from your friend Mr. Carter!"
"Huh?"
"Well, I ran into a fellow skippee here at the mall and she told me that her boyfriend told her that you were completely stunned by Nick's reply to your rudeness. I guess it "hit home" huh?"
"Yeah." I sat on my bed, wanting to cry so hard. Now I knew why Courtney was my best-friend. She knew exactly what I was feeling, and we always used the same description words. But then again, she was my only friend.
"Can you please come pick me up now?"
