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u get best answer!? "Cheers!” they all yelled enthusiastically.
“Yeah,” I muttered without emotion, “cheers.” I smiled at all of them and slowly walked away.
“Emily, this is bull,” Kristy started again, “why does your dad always have these huge fancy parties, doesn’t he get sick of wasting so much money on, like, nothing?” I ignored her crappy attitude and just kept my eyes straight. She kept on talking nonstop. I wanted to smack her in the face and tell her to shut the hell up. But I couldn’t, her family was highly known and my family was highly known. If I start anything with their pampered son of a bitch daughter, she’d go crying daddy all the way home. She flipped her blonde hair back and started a new conversation.
“I think he’s cute, but the girls in Reimer’s class already have dips. He’s already football captain, can you believe it? He just like totally moved here, and already, girls are going crazy about him.” She took a small bite out of her Foie Gras.
“So, what do you think of him?” she asked me. I wasn’t really paying attention to her or what she was asking. So I racked my brain to see what she was talking about.
“Uh, we’re talking about the new kid, right?” I asked. She looked at me like I was dumb. She scoffed and played with a strand of her hair.
“You weren’t listening to a word I said, were you?” she criticized.
“Yes, I was, you were talking about the new kid in school,” I continued, “the one who just got accepted as the new president of Reimer’s class.” She gave me a look that made me grab my arm from behind so it wouldn’t meet her face.
“Why don’t you ever listen to what I say?” she moaned. “It’s like you don’t even like me anymore. What happened to the old Emily?” she asked me for the twentieth time tonight. I was so sick of hearing her complain about the old Emily. The old Emily used to like this, the old Emily used to like that. She sounded like a rat that I was just aching to squish with my two bare hands. Kristy wasn’t always like this; she used to be a shy girl, who never spoke till spoken to. But ever since her plump of a dad took her out of private school, she became diverse. She started attending my high school, which made it worse for me. Every day, she’d come to my locker with a group of wannabes trailing behind her like lost puppies. She’d start a conversation that I wouldn’t give crap about. And then, she’d go on and on…and on. She’d invite me to her everyday shopping sprees where she would spend hundreds of dollars getting what she wants. I really do try to look like I care, but it gets boring. I gave her what I thought was my most remorseful look.
“Don’t give me that look,” she kept on whining, “The old Emily loved to gossip. She was fond of shopping, and she never missed an episode of The Hills!” she shrieked loud enough for everyone that was around us would look our way. I put a hand to my forehead and slowly massaged it.
“Yeah,” I muttered without emotion, “cheers.” I smiled at all of them and slowly walked away.
“Emily, this is bull,” Kristy started again, “why does your dad always have these huge fancy parties, doesn’t he get sick of wasting so much money on, like, nothing?” I ignored her crappy attitude and just kept my eyes straight. She kept on talking nonstop. I wanted to smack her in the face and tell her to shut the hell up. But I couldn’t, her family was highly known and my family was highly known. If I start anything with their pampered son of a bitch daughter, she’d go crying daddy all the way home. She flipped her blonde hair back and started a new conversation.
“I think he’s cute, but the girls in Reimer’s class already have dips. He’s already football captain, can you believe it? He just like totally moved here, and already, girls are going crazy about him.” She took a small bite out of her Foie Gras.
“So, what do you think of him?” she asked me. I wasn’t really paying attention to her or what she was asking. So I racked my brain to see what she was talking about.
“Uh, we’re talking about the new kid, right?” I asked. She looked at me like I was dumb. She scoffed and played with a strand of her hair.
“You weren’t listening to a word I said, were you?” she criticized.
“Yes, I was, you were talking about the new kid in school,” I continued, “the one who just got accepted as the new president of Reimer’s class.” She gave me a look that made me grab my arm from behind so it wouldn’t meet her face.
“Why don’t you ever listen to what I say?” she moaned. “It’s like you don’t even like me anymore. What happened to the old Emily?” she asked me for the twentieth time tonight. I was so sick of hearing her complain about the old Emily. The old Emily used to like this, the old Emily used to like that. She sounded like a rat that I was just aching to squish with my two bare hands. Kristy wasn’t always like this; she used to be a shy girl, who never spoke till spoken to. But ever since her plump of a dad took her out of private school, she became diverse. She started attending my high school, which made it worse for me. Every day, she’d come to my locker with a group of wannabes trailing behind her like lost puppies. She’d start a conversation that I wouldn’t give crap about. And then, she’d go on and on…and on. She’d invite me to her everyday shopping sprees where she would spend hundreds of dollars getting what she wants. I really do try to look like I care, but it gets boring. I gave her what I thought was my most remorseful look.
“Don’t give me that look,” she kept on whining, “The old Emily loved to gossip. She was fond of shopping, and she never missed an episode of The Hills!” she shrieked loud enough for everyone that was around us would look our way. I put a hand to my forehead and slowly massaged it.