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True Self: Chapter One
“No!” I said for the fourth time as I walked out to my car. “Stephanie!”
“Come on,” my best friend argued. “It would be fun!”
“I am never going back to that horrid place, ever!” I yelled as I slammed the car door.
“It wasn’t that bad,” Stephanie said.
“For you, head cheerleader, for me, it was horrible,” I said as I put the car in gear and sped out the parking lot.
“One year,” Stephanie said. “And truth be told, it was your fault!”
“Yeah, don’t remind me,” I shook my head.
“Can you at least think about it?” Stephanie asked.
“Fine, but I already know what I am going to say,” I rolled my eyes, even though she was in a different state and couldn’t see me.
“Thank you,” Stephanie said as she hung up.
The high school we went to was throwing a party of some sort and invited Stephanie to come. She was one of the most famous people to ever graduate from that no-name school in the middle of nowhere.
Stephanie was a model, not one of those that walked on the runway and looked like they were two pounds away from revealing every rib they had. No, Stephanie was a different kind of model.
