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A Short Story : A Story Of A Story

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“Give it back!” I shout at Ashley Ashton with her perfect skintone and out-of-a-photoshoot-hair I wish I had bright and gleaming. “It isn’t yours!” Her sharkish smile brightened. “What, we can’t have some fun Lizzie?” She tosses the diary she was holding to Ashley Blakise her second in command. A game of keep away ensued with myself and the 6 Ashleys. Ashley A. calls to her group girls scatter!” Over her shoulder when they're running Ashley A. turns and says “You can have it back when we're done, she pauses to turn around look at me. She smiles sarcastically flipping her hair over her shoulder as she goes. Once I'm sure there's no one near me and mutter under my breath “This is going to be just great.” I start walking home, it's going to be a long weekend before I will be able to talk to anyone about this and I sure hope nothing happens before then. “Jenna,” I say frantically, “did you get the email?” She slowly clears her throat I can hear the frown in her voice, “You really wrote that? she says. I feel my cheeks redden. “I didn't think anyone was going to read it.” I say defensively. I can hear her eyes roll in her head. “And what stupid thing caused you to bring it to school?” “What! You didn't think that I wrote on my way home or at lunch or when you don't see me in the day, which is like every day because you have no classes with me whatsoever.” I clear my throat. I hear her smiling at the ground, embarrassed, “I guess it didn't seem like anything was going to happen all, but the damage is done. The whole 7th grade is going to know what you wrote. I hope Quinn won't stop being friends with us over this. He probably saw the whole thing already because of the stupid wretched witch Ashley--” I cut Jenna off “Hey! She may be rude and mean and annoying, but, that doesn't mean you should be rude and mean and annoying back. She is Quinn's sister after all.” “You're right.” Jenna says “But still. A thing like that to do...” she says. I hear the familiar buzzing of my phone, more people are texting me. My door slams open and the twins rush in Betty pretends to be opening a scroll, Prim clears her throat and says “By Royal declaration you Lizzie Potter is wanted for dinner.” Betty cut her off quite

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