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Chapter 5 - Kitty

“Do you know your mission, Amelia Bennett?” I asked dramatically.

“Cut it out Kitty,” Millie replied firmly. She was clearly very annoyed with me. “Be serious.”

“I am serious, this is an important part of the plan,” I said as I paced back and forth in Millie’s room as Millie lay down on her bed. Millie had her laptop on and was searching through various make-up and hair tutorials on YouTube.

We had to be quiet because Millie’s little sister Erin was fast asleep in her room. I always come over on Saturday afternoon to help Millie babysit her Erin. Erin was just two years old.

Today however we had put Erin to bed early so Millie could get ready for the party which would start in two hours. Her dad would arrive home from work in an hour and a half time, to drop me home and take Millie to the party.

Millie sighed. Not looking up from the computer, she replied dully in an overly bored tone, “I need to act cool and not be too nosey.” She phrased the sentence as if she was reciting a memorised maths or science formula.

“Excellent,” I replied, as I deliberately made myself sound like a school teacher praising a bright child.

“One question Kitty, how am I suppose act cool?” Millie asked as she looked up from her laptop screen to face me.

“How do you expect me to know?” I exclaimed. “In case you have forgotten, I am supposedly the ultimate loser according to Angelica.” Millie glared at me, she was obviously annoyed with my answer. “Just do what they do,” I told her, in a tone that made me sound more confident than I was.

“What do you even wear to a teen party?” She whined in frustration as she turned her attention back to the screen in front of her.

“I don’t know,” I answered. “Jeans and high heels?” I guessed sounding very unsure of my reply.

“One, I don’t own any high heels,” Millie told me. “And two, even if I did own high heels, I doubt I would be able to walk in them.”

“Then wear flats or something,” I told her.

Millie sat up and faced me. “What if I find out something big at this party?” she asked.

“We will burn that bridge when we get there,” I announced with a loud, enthusiastic tone. I loved that phrase, saying cross the build was too boring, but saying burn the bridge was much more exciting and dramatic.

“KITTY!” Millie protested annoyed.

“I am serious,” I told her. “Once we get dirt, we will know how to deal with it.”

“Fine then,” Millie replied.

“Have you decided what makeup you will be wearing?” I asked nodding towards the open laptop.

“No,” she answered. “I never realised that makeup was so hard.”

“I did,” I told her. “That’s why I don’t wear any.”

Millie snorted with laughter. “You don’t need make-up, Kitty. You are naturally pretty just ask anyone.”

I never understood why people found me beautiful. There was nothing cute or extraordinary about me.

I was extremely short and had long dark brown hair. I was naturally thin, with arms and legs like twigs and a chest so tiny that I don’t even need to wear a bra. My mum sometimes told me that if I were taller, I would be the ideal body type for a ballerina if only I could dance but I can’t so that is entirely pointless. The only one thing of my features I would call pretty was my eyes. They were a light green but were hidden behind my glasses.

If either of us was pretty, it was Millie. She had wavy light brown hair and dark brown eyes. She had chubby cheeks that formed dimples when she smiled. Unlike me, she was of a medium height. She wasn’t super thin Tabitha or toned like Angelica. Instead, she was a healthy weight.

There was an uncomfortable silence following Millie sentence; I decide to break it with the question I had wanted to know the answer to for years.

“Do you know why they like you better than me?” I asked curiously, I was too embarrassed to look Millie in the eye so instead I stared at her stuffed toys.

As much as I loved Millie, it did annoy me that Angelica and her friend like her better than me. While they would still bully both of us, Millie never got it as bad. It always seemed to me that the reason she was their target was me. I know now that it was true. The only reason Angelica had chosen to bully Millie was that she was my best friend.

It used to make me envy her and it still sometimes does.

When I told my mum about it, she ensured me that it was a natural reaction. Just as long as I didn’t let it get it the way of our friendship.

Millie shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know why, but Alesia said something about you being so smart you make everyone else feel stupid.”

I snorted at that. “Well if she was to pay attention during class, instead of complaining about how much she hates school, she might just get good marks as well.”

“Maybe I should tell her that,” Millie said before bursting into laughter. It took her a few minutes to calm herself down, then she continued speaking. “I doubt though that Alesia knows the real reason anyway. She just follows everything Angelica tells her to do. It is really annoying, sometimes I just want to shake her and yell at her ‘think for yourself for once’”

“She would probably just go to Angelica and ask for her opinion,” I said as grinned widely.

Millie laughed at my answer. “Would not put it passes her,” she replied

“You need to start getting ready,” I told her as a looked at her alarm clock to check the time. “The party starts in less than two hours.”

“Who would have thought Amelia Bennett would be off to one of Alesia’s famous Saturday night parties?” Millie said dramatically as stood up.

“Who is being dramatic now?”

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