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insane.Usually people blame editing, but I’ve seen some of the families in real life, and I truly believe the editors were trying to make them look good.
“Can you imagine the exposure it would get Mac? It could really take her to the next level.”
I really want to ask who they’ve featured in the past that’s now a huge star, but I know there’s no chance of talking any sense into her.
Mom continues. “The producers are going to be at the Texas Royal Pageant in two weeks, and all we’re doing is trying to get an interview. So that’s why it’s so important for her to have new teeth … and a new dress.”
I look up at Mom. It’s never going to be enough for her. That’s how I know that if I give her that money, I’ll never get it back. There will always be another thing we need. There’ll always … Wait . Something registers in my head.
“Next weekend? That’s when we’re supposed to go see Dad.”
Two years after the divorce, Dad moved to a Houston suburb for a new position within his accounting firm. Mackenzie and I get to see him two weekends a month — or I should say we’re supposed to see him two weekends a month. Usually a pageant gets in the way. Even though a lot of the pageants are in the Houston area, we still don’t get to see him because we’re too busy with the pageants, and he doesn’t want to have anything to do with them.
With all the distractions, I haven’t been able to see my own father innearly two months. And I guess what hurts the most is that he hasn’t fought it. Mom always talks about how these pageants are what “we” want to do, as if Mac and I don’t want to see our own father. I miss my father so much it aches inside. He gets me. He gets how ridiculous the whole pageant scene is.
I don’t care what Mom says, I’m still going.
Mom waves dismissively at me. “I know it’s your weekend with your father. I already took care of it.”
“What do you mean you took care of it ?”
“I called him and told him we’d have to reschedule.”
“You did what?”
Mom rubs her temples. “You know, Lexi, I’ve had just about enough of you.”
I feel something in me snap. “You know what, Mom . I’ve had enough of you ! How dare you cancel our weekend with Dad without consulting us first.”
Mom’s voice rises. “I don’t need to consult you. I’m your mother — don’t you forget that.”
I feel so much anger bubbling inside of me. I spend so much time doing what they want, what needs to be done for the pageant, what about what I want?
“Why can’t I go without Mackenzie?” I plead. “You don’t need me at the pageant. Plus, I can’t keep switching my work schedule around. Mark is already annoyed that I had to cancel another weekend, becauseit’s not like weekends are busy at the mall or anything. But I guess none of this matters. No, of course not, because the entire world revolves around your precious favorite daughter!”
I don’t even let her respond. I run to my room and slam the door shut, just like Mackenzie. Maybe if I start acting like her, I can start getting a vote around here.
W hile I wasn’t thrilled when my alarm woke me up two hours earlier than normal on a school day, things are going pretty well. I spent all day yesterday giving myself a manicure and pedicure. (All I have to say is that I’m very thankful for the invention of nail polish remover.) I also applied tanning lotion to my arms and legs, using the lightest color so it wouldn’t be so obvious. I have to admit, it really makes my skin tone look a little less Night of the Living Dead .
And, yes, I’m wearing a dress.
I put the last finishing touches on my outfit and examine myself in the mirror. This time I was able to actually make my hair have natural-looking waves, although there’s so much product in my hair, there ain’tnothing natural about it. I gave myself smoky eyes, used one of Lauren’s many tricks to make my eyelashes look about twenty times
“Can you imagine the exposure it would get Mac? It could really take her to the next level.”
I really want to ask who they’ve featured in the past that’s now a huge star, but I know there’s no chance of talking any sense into her.
Mom continues. “The producers are going to be at the Texas Royal Pageant in two weeks, and all we’re doing is trying to get an interview. So that’s why it’s so important for her to have new teeth … and a new dress.”
I look up at Mom. It’s never going to be enough for her. That’s how I know that if I give her that money, I’ll never get it back. There will always be another thing we need. There’ll always … Wait . Something registers in my head.
“Next weekend? That’s when we’re supposed to go see Dad.”
Two years after the divorce, Dad moved to a Houston suburb for a new position within his accounting firm. Mackenzie and I get to see him two weekends a month — or I should say we’re supposed to see him two weekends a month. Usually a pageant gets in the way. Even though a lot of the pageants are in the Houston area, we still don’t get to see him because we’re too busy with the pageants, and he doesn’t want to have anything to do with them.
With all the distractions, I haven’t been able to see my own father innearly two months. And I guess what hurts the most is that he hasn’t fought it. Mom always talks about how these pageants are what “we” want to do, as if Mac and I don’t want to see our own father. I miss my father so much it aches inside. He gets me. He gets how ridiculous the whole pageant scene is.
I don’t care what Mom says, I’m still going.
Mom waves dismissively at me. “I know it’s your weekend with your father. I already took care of it.”
“What do you mean you took care of it ?”
“I called him and told him we’d have to reschedule.”
“You did what?”
Mom rubs her temples. “You know, Lexi, I’ve had just about enough of you.”
I feel something in me snap. “You know what, Mom . I’ve had enough of you ! How dare you cancel our weekend with Dad without consulting us first.”
Mom’s voice rises. “I don’t need to consult you. I’m your mother — don’t you forget that.”
I feel so much anger bubbling inside of me. I spend so much time doing what they want, what needs to be done for the pageant, what about what I want?
“Why can’t I go without Mackenzie?” I plead. “You don’t need me at the pageant. Plus, I can’t keep switching my work schedule around. Mark is already annoyed that I had to cancel another weekend, becauseit’s not like weekends are busy at the mall or anything. But I guess none of this matters. No, of course not, because the entire world revolves around your precious favorite daughter!”
I don’t even let her respond. I run to my room and slam the door shut, just like Mackenzie. Maybe if I start acting like her, I can start getting a vote around here.
W hile I wasn’t thrilled when my alarm woke me up two hours earlier than normal on a school day, things are going pretty well. I spent all day yesterday giving myself a manicure and pedicure. (All I have to say is that I’m very thankful for the invention of nail polish remover.) I also applied tanning lotion to my arms and legs, using the lightest color so it wouldn’t be so obvious. I have to admit, it really makes my skin tone look a little less Night of the Living Dead .
And, yes, I’m wearing a dress.
I put the last finishing touches on my outfit and examine myself in the mirror. This time I was able to actually make my hair have natural-looking waves, although there’s so much product in my hair, there ain’tnothing natural about it. I gave myself smoky eyes, used one of Lauren’s many tricks to make my eyelashes look about twenty times
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