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Mimi


The entire audience cracked up in laughter at the Will Ferrel movie that Kyle had dragged me to see.
I would've preferred to just go home and rest, but he insisted that I see a movie to distract me
from today's events. I don't think anything can divert me away from the fact that I may not be
able to dance anymore. My mom is going to flip out when I get home and tell her the news.
She also had to discontinue her ballet career because of an ankle injury. How ironic.


I started to burst into laughter as I watched the movie. This movie was pretty funny.
"I'm glad you're finally smiling again", said Kyle.
"How can I not? Will Ferrel is so funny", I giggled.
"Can't deny that", agreed Kyle laughing as well.
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I sighed, "Did you really have to force yourself to carry me around?"
"I'm just helping, the doctor did say to keep weight off your ankle after all", replied Kyle.
"Yeah...but this is embarrassing. People keep looking at us", I exaggerated.
"Or do you not like the fact that I'm holding you?" Kyle grinned.
"What? Put me down!" I said as I began to try and wiggle out of his arms.


Obviously him holding me like this is also embarrassing. I feel like I'm being carried around by
prince charming. But was I going to admit that? No way!
"Mimi...you're blushing", Kyle stared at me.
"No I'm not! Shut up and put me down already", I jerked.
"How cute", he chuckled.


"Mimi? Do you still by any chance still like-" Kyle stopped walking as I watched his facial expression
change from a smile to a frown. What's his deal? I turned my head and looked in the same direction he was looking.
"Kyle? I thought it was you but I wasn't sure. You look so mature now", the girl said excited.
Who's she? An old classmate perhaps? She's very...


Beautiful. Stunning actually. Just looking at her is burning my eyes with pure jealousy.
"Oh? Is this your girlfriend? Hi, my name is-"
"Don't", interrupted Kyle.
She looked at Kyle with a faint smile, "Are you...still mad at me?"
I watched as Kyle gave her a pure look of disgust.
What did this girl do to him to make him hate her this much?


"Are you kidding?" Kyle said as his nostrils flared,
"You seriously disgust me. Stop standing there looking so sweet and innocent.
You know damn well what you did and why I'm still upset with you. So guess what?
Live with it, I'm just another person on this planet that can't stand the sight of you."


She sighed, "He was always so sensitive...but still, he's gotten really hot".
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Jenny


"Hello? I'm home", I said walking into my living room, "Hm? Is no one really here?"
I mean grandma is usually here. Where is everyone? I walked around the house checking the rooms.
But wait, now was a good time to do some digging.
I walked over to look at the home phone, someone had unplugged it .
Did mom do it because of him?
"Hello? Anyone?" I said making sure again that no one was home.


I plugged the phone back into the wall and sat down, I waited.
Maybe he'll call again, I mean if he really cared he'd call. Right?
Or he could've given up after finding out that the phone was unplugged.
Please call, please call, I hoped.


I jumped, nearly fumbling out of the chair when the phone began to ring off the hook.
Was that him?
I walked over and picked up the phone unknowingly.
I hesitated and froze with the phone in my possession. What could I possibly say if it is him?
My nerves got the best of me as I contemplated to myself the right things I could say.
I answered the phone quickly before it could stop ringing.


"He-Hello?" I stuttered.
"Excuse me, but who is this?" a man asked.
"Who..who is this?" I asked nervously.
"Caroline? Is that you?" he asked.
"No" I answered.
"Lilith?"
"No"


After I replied he didn't say anything for a couple seconds, "Jenny?"
I gulped at the sound of my name, "Yes".
"Is that really you Jenny?"
"Yes. But who are you?" I questioned.
"Is your mother around? Do you even have the slightest clue who I am?"


"I have my assumptions. But are they right?" I said, palms sweating.
"Jenny, I'm your father", He said bluntly.
"So..then I'm correct", I said relieved.
"Yes, and your mother is going to kill me because I told you", he said worried.
"Why? Why didn't she tell me about you?" I questioned.


"Because she thought it was better that you believed Keith was your father", he answered.
"But he's not, I don't understand", I said confused.
"Well that's your mother for you. Still thinking she knows what's right all the time", he said.
"Yeah, she's always been like that with everything", I agreed.


"Would it be strange if I wanted to get to know you better?" I asked him humbly.
"No, of course not!" he laughed, "But your mother won't like this".
"Who cares! So what's your name? What do you do for a living? Where do you live? Are you married?!" I spilled out.
"Whoa, whoa...that's a lot that you want to know about", he chuckled.
"Sorry, I've just never met you before", I muttered.


"My name is Steffen", he said, "And I have a better idea. Why not come see me in New York?
That way I'll be able to tell you everything you want to know".
"Steffen, how did you end up in New York?" I asked.
He chuckled, "I'm a music producer".
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Taylor


Mimi, why is it that even after all the hardships I put you through that end up helping me?
You're still the same old sincere friend I once knew. Putting people ahead of your feelings.
I envy you.
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8 years ago...


We laughed as we ran around the yard, "Taylor! Wait up!" said Mimi.
"Let's play over there!" I said racing her to the jungle gym.
"Wait-" I heard Mimi wail and tumble onto the ground.


I stopped running and turned around to check up on her.
"Mimi are you okay?" I asked concerned.
"Yeah- Ouch!" she squealed in pain.
"Wait here! I'll get your mom", I said about to run off.
"No!" she stopped me, though it wasn't her words that had stopped me in my tracks.


She stood up squinting at me since her glasses fell off her face.
"Please don't tell my mommy! She'll tell us to play inside if you do that", she grunted.
I stood there staring at her lovely complexion. Mimi's pretty, she's really pretty.
I never realized how lovely Mimi looked without her glasses on. And I thought just once,
that I had finally beat her at something. Beauty.
If I couldn't even overcome her with that. Then what I could do that's better?
How can I become better than Mimi?
"Why are you looking at me like that, Taylor?" she questioned.


"Oh...nothing", I gasped.
Mimi had it all. The looks, friends, and family. People adored her. I on the other hand, had the opposite.
A widowed mother, snob friends who care about how rich I am, and one brother who keeps to himself.
Even though I'm more fortunate than Mimi in wealth, she's more fortunate than me in admiration.
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"Sister, people are saying that you pushed Mia Lutz down the stairs at school", said Riley.
"Is that so?" I sighed, "I think I can guess who started this rumor".
"Well, it isn't true right?" questioned Riley.
Riley was obliviously in love with Mimi without a doubt.


"What do you believe, Riley?" I asked him.
"I..don't think you're capable of doing such a thing", he answered.
I smirked, "Oh really?"
"So she did?" thought Riley.
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"I'll get it!" Kyle shouted as he answered the door.


Kyle raised his eyebrows, "If you're here about Mimi-"
"No, I just want to talk to you", said Anthony.
"Oh..well awkward", sneered Kyle.
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Mimi


I heard another knock at my door, "Mom, I said I wasn't hungry!"
She's been constantly knocking on my door checking up on me since I got home.
Surprisingly, she took the news to my injury better than I thought she would.
She knocked once again, "Mom!" I sat up in my bed and turned around.


I paused when I saw who was entering my room, "Oh...it's you".
"Yeah, your mom let me in", Taylor faintly smiled.
This is strange. Why is she here? To apologize maybe?
No way, she's not the type of person that likes to apologize to people.


"What are you doing here?" I asked rashly.
"I heard you broke your ankle", said Taylor looking at it.
"Yeah I did. The doctor said I may never be able to dance again", I informed her.
"Seriously?!" said Taylor aggravated.
What's her deal? It sounded as if she cared for second?
I thought she hated me, though I never knew the reasons behind it.


"Funny isn't it? That I actually ended up helping you", I emphasized.
"Yeah, I'm-"
I interrupted her, "I ended my dancing career for you. And yet, you're probably here on a
mission to mock me about it. Aren't you?"
"Don't assume the worst in me! I'm not here to mock you. I am jealous of you Mimi", said Taylor.
"What? Jealous...of me?" I said baffled, "Do you know who you are talking to?"
"Yes I do. The girl who has it all, friends, family, and the looks to pull it off", said Taylor.


Taylor was seriously jealous of me? I can't believe what I'm hearing.
"And I came here to return this to you, Delilah", said Taylor placing the old doll down.
"I'm sixteen Taylor, I don't need a doll", I responded.
"Yeah, but you're grandmother gave it to you, right? I figured you should have her back", she said.


Taylor stopped in front of my doorway, "I know you think she's just a doll, but she actually lived up
to her standards just like you told me way back when".
As Taylor began to shut my door I heard her mutter, "I'm sorry..for everything".


"Delilah huh?" I said.
She's still looks the same compared to the time when grams gave it to me.
If anything, I would've assumed Taylor had thrown her away for a much better doll. But she kept her.
Perhaps, it was best that she returned her to me, I still remember the time I gave it to her.
When our friendship was still on solid ground.
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8 years ago...


I tossed and turned in my bed restlessly in the night.
I had awoken from the light that projected into my bedroom and onto my face.
Rising up, I rubbed my eyes to see that there was an empty spot in my bed.


"Taylor?" I said her name but she wasn't anywhere to be found.
Where did she go? It's past our bedtime.
I heard shuffles from outside of my room. Could that possibly be her?


I followed the sound to the nearest bathroom.
As I got closer, I could hear what was once movements turn into a whimpering voice.
What is she doing in the bathroom? I pushed the cracked door wide open.


"Taylor, what are you doing in the tub?" I asked.
She didn't answer me, she just continued to ignore my presence.
I examined her face and realized that she had been in here alone, crying.
"What's that matter?" I asked.
"You wouldn't know how I feel", she finally spoke.
"Really? I won't know unless you tell me", I said.
"Have you ever lost anyone, Mimi?" she asked then busted into tears.


"Oh..well..I", I said dumbfounded.
I was pretty bad at consoling people in these types of situations.
"Hold on", I said leaving the bathroom.
"Just as I thought, you wouldn't understand how I feel right now", cried Taylor,
"You're too happy to know".


"Stop blabbing already", I said as I walked back inside the bathroom.
"Why did you bring a doll? I don't feel like playing around", assumed Taylor.
"Scoot over and let me inside", I said joining her in the tub.


I sat down, "I have lost someone, Taylor. Someone very important to me, my grandma.
And it was the hardest thing ever. So yes, I know exactly how feel right now. And
during that time when I was so sad, I would go in my room and hold on tight to Delilah".
"...A doll?" she sniffled.
"Yeah, a doll", I replied.


"Delilah may not seem like much, but she's someone who will listen to you and let you
hold her tight. And then, when you look at her face she'll make you want to smile like never before.
So here, take her!" I said handing my prized possession to her.
"Are sure it's okay?" asked Taylor.
"Yes, you're my best friend. So I'll lend you her", I smiled.
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"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" asked Kyle.
"Mimi-"
"I understand she chose neither of us, so I'll leaver her alone-" said Kyle.
"Wait", interrupted Anthony.
"Wait what?" said Kyle confused.
"You can date her. I won't hold you back anymore", Anthony rephrased.


"What are you talking about, Ant? You were so mad at me", Kyle reminded.
"I know but I accept defeat. She obviously likes you more than she does me", said Anthony.
"So you're giving up?" asked Kyle.
"Yes, I don't want the both of you to suffer because of me. So ask her to Prom. dude", Anthony suggested.
"No way, she'll definitely reject me and say it wouldn't be fair to you", Kyle said depressed.
"Then I'll-"


"Kyle! Grandpa needs you're help getting out of bed", Cammy interrupted, "Oh, hey Anthony!"
"Hey Cammy", Anthony smiled.
"Want to play later?" Cammy asked.
"Cammy didn't I say to knock before you come in my room!" yelled Kyle.
"Yes..sorry", she groaned.
"I'll be back in a minute, Ant", Kyle said exiting the room.
"Okay, I'll stay right here", said Anthony.


"His phone?" thought Anthony.
Anthony picked up Kyle's phone and turned it on.
"Mimi, Mimi, Mimi", thought Anthony as he looked through Kyle's contacts.
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I couldn't believe what Taylor had said to me. She was jealous of someone like me.
But I guess I could comprehend, she lost her father at a young age. Not to mention her mother
is always traveling, so her and Riley were raised by their servants. And being wealthy doesn't help neither,
people must always expect something from her. What an unpleasant scenario.
Now I"m beginning to feel sorry for her.


My phone began to vibrate in my jean pocket.
I looked at the called ID to see that it was Kyle?
I wonder what he wants to speak to me about.
I sat down on my bed and answered the call, I cleared my voice, "Hello?"
"Hey Mimi", this wasn't Kyle.
"Anthony? Why are you using Kyle's phone?" I asked.
"I guess to see if you'd answer it", he replied.
"Oh?" I said still confused.


"But that's not the point why I called", said Anthony as I heard a door shut.
"Then, what's up?" I asked.
"Go to prom with Kyle", urged Anthony.
"What? Why? That wouldn't be-"
"Fair?" he interrupted me, "Look Mimi, I'm okay with you guys now. So please don't reject Kyle anymore
because of me. Instead, go to prom as token of my appreciation".


"Anthony, why do you all of a sudden want us to be together?" I asked him.
"I've seen the way you two have been looking lately. And it's pretty sad", Anthony replied.
"That obvious?" I said embarrassed.
"Just out of curiosity Mimi, why did you ever like me?" asked Anthony.
"Well...it was mostly because back in middle school you..."
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