Please Don't Be Like This...

She glares at me from across the studio, making fun of the way I stand. Why is she being like this? I haven't done anything?! She make fun of me skipping down the corridoor the way to dance. She ought to see her self doing dancey sidesteps, if she thinks I look funny. And anyway, even if I was a bad dancer, Why was I put in the front of the pyramid?

Her dark eyes shoot daggers at me. Stuff her then...

I don't understand it. 3 hours ago we were laughing and playing and then Rosie told me some disturbing stuff about her. I miss Sarah's giggly company and Anna's odd behaivour in dance. It seems I have swapped it for a glaring twelve year old. I mean, I know i'm only thirteen but what did I do to deserve this?

Oh my god! She's now making fun of me infront of Alice and Jordan! I want to cry but I keep my steely gaze directed right at them hoping it hurts. Alice mouths What?! to me and I glare using my special toffee eyes to look away. Jordan smiles at me but it's wan, as if i'm a special needs person, the permanant bum of everyones joke.

Did I make fun Alice when she was in a wheel chair? No  Did I laugh at her sidesteps? No    Did I laugh when Jordan got dumped? No I bloody well didn't. So why me?!

Thats ok though because tommorow when she acts like everythings fine, I'll play along. But if I were her, I would sleep with one eye open...

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